He can see it in Dean's eyes whenever Gabriel is around, the questions, the suspicions, the want to know exactly why the archangel has all of a sudden decided to pick a side in the apocalypse, the need to know why he’s chosen their side over both his brothers. He never asks though, so Sam doesn't tell.
He doesn't tell because he doesn't trust his brother not to misunderstand the situation, not after everything else he's done (wrong) in his life so far. He doesn't trust Dean to give him the chance he needs to explain, to tell him how safe and content and in control he feels by giving up his control to Gabriel.
Gabriel who holds him, and pets him, and tells him how good he is, how obedient, how proud he is of him. It pleases him to please Gabriel. He yearns with every fibre of his being to please Gabriel; to see him smile, to feel the stroke of his palm along the bareness of his back, to feel the kiss of his lips to the crown of his head as he runs his fingers through his hair.
He does whatever Gabriel asks of him and in return he is accepted, he is loved, he is forgiven of his trespasses. It’s all he’s ever truly wanted after all.
“And what do you say, Sam?” Gabriel asks, smiling against his ear as he runs his fingers up and down his sides in a slow tickle.
“Yes,” Sam says, his body trembling almost uncontrollably.
[ all he’s ever wanted | U-Rated | Conditioning/Training | Gabriel/Sam]
[ all he’s ever wanted | U-Rated | Conditioning/Training | Gabriel/Sam]
He can see it in Dean's eyes whenever Gabriel is around, the questions, the suspicions, the want to know exactly why the archangel has all of a sudden decided to pick a side in the apocalypse, the need to know why he’s chosen their side over both his brothers. He never asks though, so Sam doesn't tell.
He doesn't tell because he doesn't trust his brother not to misunderstand the situation, not after everything else he's done (wrong) in his life so far. He doesn't trust Dean to give him the chance he needs to explain, to tell him how safe and content and in control he feels by giving up his control to Gabriel.
Gabriel who holds him, and pets him, and tells him how good he is, how obedient, how proud he is of him. It pleases him to please Gabriel. He yearns with every fibre of his being to please Gabriel; to see him smile, to feel the stroke of his palm along the bareness of his back, to feel the kiss of his lips to the crown of his head as he runs his fingers through his hair.
He does whatever Gabriel asks of him and in return he is accepted, he is loved, he is forgiven of his trespasses. It’s all he’s ever truly wanted after all.
“And what do you say, Sam?” Gabriel asks, smiling against his ear as he runs his fingers up and down his sides in a slow tickle.
“Yes,” Sam says, his body trembling almost uncontrollably.
It’s all he’s ever wanted.