Truth or Dare Part 3.5

Sam doesn't wheel around quickly enough to catch Gabriel as he stumbles violently out the door. All he can manage is a choked "WHOA" before they both come crashing down to the pavement with a solid thud.

"I'm fine! I'm fine. That was a very rare, temporary moment of dis... de... whatever you just witnessed. But everything is OH KAY. I'm fine," Gabriel mumbles into Sam's chest.

"Well, I'm not. Get off me. I can't breathe!" Sam huffs out in response.

They try to recompose themselves (a relative term to say the least), losing their balance a few times until they both get back on their feet and burst into a fit of giggles.

"Hey, you know, you're pretty heavy for a little guy," Sam chokes out between breathless laughs.

"And you're pretty hot for a Sasquatch," Gabriel retorts.

"Did you just call me Sasquatch?" Did he just say I'm hot? "I think you've had a bit too much to drink," Sam slurs.

"On the contrary, Sam, I don't think I've had enough!" Gabriel mutters.

He scans the ground for the bottle Sam was holding a moment ago and is beyond relieved to find it rolling toward a patch of what was supposed to be a garden, completely unscathed. He chases after the bottle, narrowly escaping a faceplant when he bends down to pick it up and swallows whatever is left in one go.

"That was a bigass bottle. We have to find a liquor store in the morning and get some more," he plans aloud.

Just then a muffed moan slips through the cracks of the door they'd just shut, reminding them why they'd bolted in the first place. Gabriel's eyebrows scrunch together as he glares at the door, ignoring Sam's inward gags.

"Do you have the car keys?"

Sam does a bit of a double take. He fishes into his pockets and is beyond surprised to find them until he remembers the ride there with an incapacitated Dean in the backseat. He looks up just in time to catch the glint in Gabriel's eye. Uh oh.

"Let's go!" Gabriel shouts as he grabs a fistful of Sam's sleeve and drags him to the Impala.

A few blurry, disoriented, off-balance feet later, Sam's head is lolling around on the headrest of the driver's seat and Gabriel is messing around with Dean's cassettes.


"Let's see what this is," he mutters as he slides in an unlabeled one into the slot. Sam hears a familiar drawl of guitar that could only belong to Led Zeppelin's In My Time of Dying. He turns to face Gabriel, whose cheeks are now a delightful shade of pink and restrains his protests about the loud music. Gabriel returns Sam's adoring gaze, eyes trailing to a few loose buttons at the neck of his shirt.

"This is nice," Sam's voice is barely audible over the music.

"Are we having a romantic moment?" Gabriel slurs. The grin spreads on his face like wildfire. "Kiss me, Samantha!"

He launches himself at Sam, lays a tiny, clumsy kiss on his cheek and pulls away just as quickly. Sam stares at him for a second, two seconds, three, then lunges at Gabriel, smashing onto his mouth. Ow. Okay. Bad idea. Sam pulls back slightly, stares straight into Gabriel's eyes and whispers, "I want my answer."

Gabriel's poker face deactivates for a second, letting a look of complete shock leak through before he recomposes himself. He goes in for another kiss, a far more poised one. His left hand winds through Sam's long hair as his right makes its way down to his own zipper. He feels the wet warmth of Sam's tongue on his bottom lip and loses himself in the feeling of their tongues sliding against each other for a moment when he opens his mouth. He stifles a gasp as Sam's fingers stroke his exposed collarbone, suppresses a whimper when Sam bites his neck.

Gabriel gets to work quickly, tugging his half-hard cock out of his jeans and giving it one quick stroke. Sam stops for a second to glance down, smirks, then continues his work on Gabriel's neck, tongue making obscene noises on his skin. Gabriel's hand starts working harder, up and down, faster and faster, getting closer with every stroke. He feels Sam's hand snaking down to his pants and slaps it away with a breathless 'no' and finds his mouth again. Factor in the foggy windows, Robert Plant's orgasmic wails and Sam's heavy panting on his neck and Gabriel's just about to lose it.

Just then it clicks. He pulls Sam back lightly by his hair, commands him to open his mouth and close his eyes and runs two wet, sticky fingers on his bottom lip. Sam opens his mouth wider, allowing Gabriel to slide his fingers into his mouth, insides lurching when Sam eagerly licks them clean.

"Well?"

Sam's eyes flutter open. "Well..." he licks his lips again. "It's definitely not in league with a bag of Skittles, but.... screw Skittles, I'd rather have this instead."

With that, Sam yanks Gabriel's hand back up to his mouth and licks his hand clean, which almost makes Gabriel's jaw drop to his lap. His poor, protesting, aching lap. He pulls his hand away immediately, takes a moment to catch his breath and turns to face Sam.

"I think it's safe to go back to the room now," he whispers, eyes wide.

"But you didn't even --"

"Sam. I'll be fine. Besides, Dean would kill me if I got spunk on his upholstery and I can't mojo myself to safety, remember?"

"Let me handle that."

"Sam, no. No. Don't you give me that look! Sam? Sam. Sam Winchester, you get away from there!"