tricksterangelgabriel:

~~Send me a prompt and a ship, and I’ll write it.~~

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Gabriels bored. This usually results in one of two things. Death. Or sex. Never in that order, whatever rumours went around, Gabriel was not into that.

Unfortunately for him, the death thing wasn’t an option anyway. He was still rejuvenating, and couldn’t afford to spend his grace on killing someone just for the ‘lols’.

Which meant he was going to do the only other thing he was good at. Thankfully for Gabriel, the whole gang was shacked up in the bunker together, no hunt on the horizon.

Swinging open the doors to his wardrobe, Gabriel hummed in thought. His eyes settled on a nice little number, one he was sure would get his partners interest.

Smirking, Gabriel fingered the fabric. Yes, this was going to be satisfying.

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When Gabriel saunters into the library, he attempts subtleness. It’s immediately ruined, of course, by Castiels sharp intake of breath, and Deans eyes staring so intently at his legs, Gabriel wondered if he should have worn a garter.

Clearly the Lacey black skirt had made the impression Gabriel was after. Still, Sam hadn’t noticed him yet, and that irked Gabriel. He wanted to be the centre of attention, which meant subtlety with Sam Winchester wasn’t possible.

Gabriel eyed the man up. He had to get the attention off that stupid book, which meant he’d need help. Gabriel glanced at Castiel, giving him unspoken permission to stand and follow.

Stepping forward, Gabriel wondered if he should get some stilettos, he was sure the sound of them on the floor would have gotten the bookworms attention.

Walking behind Sam, Gabriel wrapped his arms around the broad shoulders, leaning down to press his lips against Sams ear.

“Not now, Gabriel, I’m reading on a kits-“ Sams attention was snapped away from his book, the second he heard Gabriels shaky breath. The weight on his back stopped him from moving, but judging from the way Dean licked his lips, and spread his legs, Castiel was doing something very naughty to the elder angel.

“Gabe?”

Sam’s voice was husky, and it made Gabriel smirk against his neck. “Sam…” a gasp “Cas..!”

“Fuck.” Dean growled, pushing from his chair so violently it clattered behind him. Next thing Sam knew he was free to move, the sound of wood slamming against concrete making him swivel so fast his head spun.

It was that, or the image of Gabriel pinned to the book case, underwear hanging off one of his ankles with his skirt hiked up around his hips, grinding hopelessly against Dean, had finally driven him insane.

“Fuck.”