Redeeming Downfall

[hopenight]

Title: Redeeming Downfall
Author: hopenight 
Word Count: 520
Pairing: Sam/Gabriel
Rating: PG-13 (maybe light R)
Warning: mentions of boy loving
Summary: Sam knows that he will be Gabriel’s downfall.
A/N: My first real true Sam/Gabriel piece! (well I wrote one for the Gabriel Kink Meme but this is the first that I actually planned out) I hope you all enjoy!

 

“I will be your downfall,” promises Sam to Gabriel as he captures the angel’s lips with his own. Softly but greedily plundering the complacent lips with solace, understanding and warmth. Gabriel’s lips are satin soft. They taste like the world’s finest milk chocolate, like Pixie Stick’s and sugarcane, and like the sweetest wine in the world. He feels the tremors of need, of want that wrack the archangel’s body under his careful touch.

Sam will be Gabriel’s downfall. It’s just a matter of when. Since he was born, he has collected people’s downfalls like one collects stamps.

His mother when she tried to renege on the deal she made with Azazel, trying to save his soul.

His father, who sold his soul to save Dean because he knew that Sam couldn’t function without his brother.

Dean, who sold his soul and went to hell all because Sam was stupid enough to die.

Sam himself because he let the grief consume him, surrendered his better judgment, all because of the blind need for vengeance.

The world because, no matter what Dean or Cas or Bobby or Gabe say, he had doomed them all.

He led to people’s downfalls.

He opened the gates to the world’s downfall.

He will lead to the downfall of the Messenger of God, an archangel, his lover…Gabriel…

It’s just a matter of time before it happens.

Gabriel gently takes control, flipping Sam onto his back with his super human strength. Sam stares up at Gabriel, who looks serious and heartbroken all at once. He reaches out and touches Sam’s cheek with too warm, calloused hands.

Sam stares at Gabriel’s honey dark eyes, totally focused on him. His grace is slowly filling them room, reaching into Sam’s beaten soul, offering comfort.

For the briefest moment, Sam can hear the rustling of feathers and smell the gardens of Eden, the sands of Nazareth. For the briefest moment, he feels totally and utterly peaceful.

Gabriel leans in and gently kisses Sam. He smells of summer carnivals and the first of hot chocolate of winter and the first rose blooming in spring and pumpkin pie in the autumn. Sam wraps his arms around his lover’s body, kissing him back, and breaths in the air: sweat, musk, sex, chocolate, need, and desire. Gabriel pulls away and leans in.

He slowly whispers into Sam’s ear.

“If you are my downfall,” begins the archangel pausing to only capture Sam’s lips again. They stay like that for several moments.

Gabriel pulls away and stares at Sam with ancient eyes: full of promise and tales and something that’s so close to love it makes Sam’s heart hurt.

Gabriel smiles at Sam and promises with power alive and crackling in the air.

“Then I will be your redemption.”