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Changed for the Better	By : StormRain Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3572 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Changed for the Better
- 2-Chapter Two
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Title: Changed for the Better (2/?)

Author: storm_rain

Pairings/Characters: girl!Sam/Gabriel, Dean, Castiel

Rating: NC-17

Word Count: 2,483

Warnings: Explicit heterosexual sex

Spoilers: Season 5 in general (know who Gabriel is)

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural and do not make money from writing this story.

Summary: Gabriel did send the faeries a gift basket (and threaten to smite them, but that was beside the point...). After all, the benefits he’d been reaping from Sam’s surprise genderbending were awesome.

Notes: This was a very long porn scene for me to write. Again, this is really mostly PWP, Porn Without Plot, and a lot of it (porn, that is). :3 I was feeling naughty. I have also felt the urge to put Dean in the same situation as Sam. I already started a girl!Cas fic. ...Okay, so I started the porn scene. Hehehehe...

Sam remained female for the next two weeks. Dean had protested at first, of course, trying to convince Sam that he needed his dick, and that, “This is just plain WEIRD, Sam!”. But eventually he had settled down and said that he’d known his brother was a girl a long time ago, and now he finally looked the part. Sam had punched him in the shoulder and called him a jerk, but smiled at Dean’s own unique form of acceptance.

Besides, it wasn’t like Sam couldn’t still defend himself as a female. He was only slightly shorter than he had been as a male, and retained all of his reflexes. His upper arm strength was slightly reduced, but he was still much stronger than most females could hope to be. He was actually a little faster as a female, with his slender figure, and was also a tad less clumsy, too.

Gabriel had sent the faeries a gift basket. They had been confused, but accepted it and agreed to stay away from the Winchesters (or Gabriel would smite them). The curse could have been much worse, and he didn’t want something bad to happen to the already bad-prone boys, especially his boy—er, well, now, girl.

In any case, both Sam and Gabriel had taken full advantage of Sam’s female body, and had been fucking like rabbits for those two weeks. They had used every flat surface they could think of, and some that hadn’t even occurred to them at first: the floor, the bed, the wall, the car (Dean had been pissed), the bathroom counter, the tub, the bathroom floor, the doorway, the bureau, the door (when Dean had knocked, he had gotten a bit of an eyeful when he checked the peep hole, and had refused to talk to them for a day), the table, the chairs....

So yeah, there was a lot of sex. And Gabriel was not lying when he said he helped write the Karma Sutra; the positions he thought of and, more amazingly, managed to get both he and Sam into were mind blowing. Sam hadn’t realized that he was that flexible.

Today, however, he wanted to try something different. He had gone to Victoria’s Secret, and, despite feeling extremely uncomfortable, slowly settled into playing up his new female role and finding something that Gabriel would like. He finally found something he knew would blow the archangel’s mind, and headed back to the motel.

He showered thoroughly, shaved everywhere and rubbed some lotion on (okay, so he had indulged at Bath and Body! It wasn’t like Dean could accuse him of being a girl now—he already was one!). Then he pulled on the lingerie, feeling ridiculous the whole time, until he caught sight of himself in the mirror.

He looked...hot. He actually hadn’t spent too much time looking in the mirror these past two weeks, but he did look sort of—without sounding vain—pretty. Besides his annoyingly large nose which refused to go away as a female (Gabriel insisted it had character), his features were appropriately delicate and feminine, except for his muscular tone. He had been awarded generous cleavage, and the push-up bra emphasized this perfectly. And the shaving he had done made his legs and bikini area look awesome. The high heels, silk stockings and garters he had indulged in just added to that.

Sam took a deep breath. He was ready.

“Gabriel?” he called. The archangel was there before he had uttered the last syllable.

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Gabriel’s jaw dropped. Sam looked like a Victoria’s Secret Angel (pun intended). He was dressed in lacy black negligee, which included a push-up bra that accentuated Sam’s generous assets, and a slim piece of fabric that was hardly fit to be called panties. He wore black high heels over silk stockings with black garters that had red lace threaded through them.

He also looked a bit self-conscious, but was doing his best to stay seductive.

“See something you like?” he asked coyly, and backed the archangel onto the bed. He settled himself on his lap, and curled his arms around his neck, trying to imitate the pose so many strippers had tried on him and Dean when they had investigated strip clubs while hunting succubi and incubi (which were different entities). Dean had enjoyed it far more than he had. Sam felt that he wasn’t doing it justice, but tried his best anyway.

Despite what Sam was mentally calling his failing, if the stiffening of the bulge in Gabriel’s jeans was anything to go by, he seemed to be doing a pretty good job. He began to circle his hips, centering around the angel’s erection, which swelled in response. Encouraged, he added roll to his hips on every other circle, and let a pleased smirk curl his painted lips when Gabriel’s hands clamped onto his hips. The archangel panted, and stared directly at said lips.

“Do you want my mouth, Gabriel?” he asked huskily. Gabriel growled.

“Yes,” he hissed, and seized Sam’s hair, pulling him down to where he was throbbing under his jeans. At first the archangel had been reluctant to be any sort of rough with the new female Sam, but he had been persuaded otherwise through...various means. Besides, the hunter loved having his hair pulled in both his male and female forms.

Sam grasped the zipper in his teeth and pulled it down slowly. Gabriel hissed as his straining erection sprang free; he had been going commando these past two weeks, because he never knew when Sam was going to pounce on him, or vice versa. Sam had taken to doing the same, which had been a very pleasant surprise when he had stuck his hand down his jeans last week and encounter sopping wet flesh. That had been a good night.

Now, Sam hadn’t been bad at giving him head before; quite the opposite, actually. But after two weeks of almost constant, fucking, he had become a true master of the art of the blowjob. Add in the red lipstick he now applied once in a while as a female (which left red marks on Gabriel’s dick that the angel admitted to liking, because it was like Sam was leaving a mark on him), and Gabriel’s mind was blown.

Gabriel moaned and fisted his hands in Sam’s now much longer brown hair. It felt just as silky and soft as it did when Sam was male, only a bit wavier. Sam hummed in approval, and Gabriel squirmed beneath him. He chanced a glance down and groaned at the sight of female Sam bobbing his head on his cock. Sam looked up, and Gabriel had to reach down and trace his red, stretched lips around his cock. Sam hummed, and Gabriel felt himself approach the edge. He had never had such a problem with control until he met Sam Winchester.

“Sam,” he warned the brunette, who simply laughed, and the vibrations caused Gabriel to spurt wet and hot against the back of his throat. Sam swallowed, prompting another groan from Gabriel, and pulled off once the archangel had finished. A drop of white still hung on his lower lip, and the honey-haired angel attacked it with his tongue, which caused them to start another round of French kissing (another thing Sam was becoming excellent at doing).

“Your turn, Sammy,” Gabriel husked against Sam’s lips. Sam licked the angel’s lower lip and raised an expectant eyebrow in a challenge. The trickster growled and pushed the hunter onto the bed on his back. He dipped a finger down inside his panties to rub at his folds. Sam moaned and arched into his touch, trying to get him to slip his finger inside. Gabriel smirked and denied him, simply teasing by running up and down his slit, and moving up to tap at his clit. Sam keened and whined, “Gabriel, please! Stop teasing!”

The archangel finally relented and pressed a finger inside. He groaned along with Sam as his finger was encased in tight, wet, hot heat that sucked him in. He immediately pushed another finger in, and curled them up against the spongy spot. Sam tightened as he rubbed hard against his G-spot, and rocked his hips into Gabriel’s touch.

“Gaaabe,” he breathed, “stop teasing!” Gabriel laughed and crooked his fingers again; Sam twitched sporadically.

“Oh, Sam, you know me better than that. Teasing is what I’m good at!” Sam whined, and Gabriel rolled his eyes, as if this was a huge effort for him to make. “Fine, then...” He twisted his fingers, rubbing them against Sam’s G-spot one last time, while at the same time using his thumb to rub at his clit.

“Fuck!” Sam screeched, and clamped down around his fingers as he came. Gabriel hummed in satisfaction as his fingers became soaked in Sam’s juices, and he pulled them out to suck Sam’s come off of them. Sam shuddered and sagged against Gabriel’s deceptively smaller form.

“G-Gabriel,” he mumbled, still a bit incoherent. The trickster smiled smugly, licked another finger, and blinked innocently at him.

“Yes, Sammy?” he asked casually. The male turned female growled and yanked his fingers covered in his juices out of his mouth and sucked them into his own. This elicited a raspy growl from Gabriel, who allowed Sam to lick at his fingers for a minute or so, enjoying the way Sam’s cheekbones were accentuated as they were hollowed out to suck at his digits. Then he yanked them out and replaced them with his tongue. They moaned as they swapped Sam’s come between their mouths, and finally ended up on the bed.

“Wanna ride you,” Sam panted, and Gabriel groaned in agreement. Sam swung a leg over Gabriel’s body and positioned his cock at his entrance. He slowly sank down, eliciting moans from them both, and settled back as Gabriel slid in to the hilt. Their pubic bones were flush against each other, and Sam ground down, rubbing his clit against Gabriel’s pelvis. Gabriel placed his hands on Sam’s widened hips to raise and lower him on his cock. Sam groaned and let him lead, placing his hands on his chest to anchor himself. The archangel impaled him on his cock in a slow, but steady rhythm, and Sam growled in frustration. Gabriel chuckled, but it got choked off when Sam clenched his inner muscles hard in retaliation.

The hunter began to move his hips in a circle, and Gabriel stopped moving him and let him experiment. They had tried many different rhythms and tempos these past two weeks, and Sam had found many different ones he liked. So far he favored circling his hips the most. However, he was in no mood for a slow fuck, and quickly reverted back to riding his angel fast and hard, bringing them together with a deliciously vulgar, wet sound of smacking flesh.

Gabriel decided he needed a better visual and snapped, and a wall-length mirror appeared on the wall opposite of them. He groaned in pure lust at the image of Sam bouncing himself up and down on his cock.

“Fuck, Sam, if you could see this...”

He snapped again and another mirror appeared in back of him. Sam moaned, and Gabriel hissed as he clenched down on his cock. Gabriel spread his cheeks slightly to get a better view of him sliding in and out of Sam’s wet cunt, which was making lewd squelching noises as his cock slammed in and out. He growled lustily and reached down a hand to rub at the point where they were joined; Sam squirmed and jolted a little, but quickly got back into rhythm and raised himself high off of Gabriel’s cock and slammed himself down again.

Then Gabriel changed the game again, and scooted down to the edge of the bed. Sam made a surprised noise, and squeaked and wrapped his arms around Gabriel’s neck as he stood up. He wrapped his legs around Gabriel’s waist, and Gabriel reached down to take Sam’s cheeks in his hands. He lifted him off of his cock and let him slam down again. Sam shouted, and could only hold on for the ride as Gabriel repeated this action again and again, lowering and raising Sam on his cock, letting gravity add to the roughness in which he was slammed down.

“Gaaaabriel,” Sam moaned, and said archangel grinned; drawing out his name was a sure sign that Sam was close.

“Yeah, Sammy?” he panted, and angled his next drop down and thrust up so that Sam’s clit rubbed hard against his pelvis. The brunette howled, and bit into his shoulder hard. Gabriel did like it when Sam marked him; it made him feel like the male-turned-female wanted to keep him around for a while.

“Gabrieel, I’m close,” Sam whimpered when he extracted his teeth from his lover’s neck. Gabriel repeated his earlier action with Sam’s clit, and clenched his teeth when the wet heat around his cock tightened.

“Me too, Sam,” he breathed, and got a better grip on Sam’s buttocks. He ground up into Sam one last time and came. Sam let out a shout and followed straight after, heat exploding in his lower abdomen. He felt his inner muscles working to pull the come into his womb, and had a disconnected thought through the pleasure that they should talk about that.

For now, he slumped onto Gabriel, and made a muffled moaning noise as the angel’s softening cock slipped free. Gabriel sighed and rubbed up and down Sam’s sweaty back. He moved his hand down to Sam’s ass and gave it a playful slap; Sam mumbled and muttered that he was going to slap his later.

“I look forward to it, Sammy,” he purred, and smirked at the return of the bitchface. Sam shook his head and decided to broach the subject of immediate danger.

“Gabriel,” he panted, and plastered a sweaty hand to the archangel’s heaving chest (and why...? It wasn’t like he needed to breath!). “It’s been two weeks already, and we haven’t used a single condom. I’m a female now, Gabriel. A fertile female.”

Gabriel froze, and looked to the side to meet Sam’s worried hazel gaze. His own golden eyes betrayed a fear he rarely let anyone see, even Sam. It wasn’t very reassuring.

“Gabriel,” said Sam slowly, “if I don’t get my period next week (I never thought I’d say that), then I’m pregnant.” They were both silent for some time, and didn’t look at each other.

“I’ll change you back tomorrow,” Gabriel finally said slowly, and met Sam’s gaze. “That way you don’t have to take the morning after pill.” Sam nodded just as slowly, and tried to read whatever other foreign emotion he saw in Gabriel’s eyes. He failed, and decided to look away instead. Now all they could do was wait until tomorrow.

TBC
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