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Gabriel's Brilliant Plan	By : Hellhound666 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 5730 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Gabriel's Brilliant Plan
- 2-The Unexpected Epilogue
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Sam could barely believe what he was hearing; Gabriel was seriously talking about turning him into a Pagan God!
"So, Sammy becomes a pagan God like you are, and-" Dean trailed off as he, Cas, Sam himself and of course Gabriel sat in one of their dingy motels discussing ways of getting Sam out of his predicament with Lucifer when Gabriel had popped one of the strangest ideas ever out of his ass.
"Dear old Luci can never use him as a vessel in a hundred years. Pagan Gods are their own entities and therefore cannot be used as vessels." Gabriel said as he popped a sucker into his mouth.
"That would seem like the ideal solution." Cas said and Sam choked on his beer.
"What's the matter Sammy? Afraid you'll end up as a God of wheat or something?" Dean asked with a smirk.
"No, actually Dean, I think that's be more you than me; seeing as how wheat is used to make some beers. Either that or a fertility God. I'd probably end up as a God of bad omens or something. No, what's bothering me is that I seem to be the only one here, apart from that gigolo in the corner, who knows what has to be done in order for me to become a God!" Sam sneered at his brother.
"What? You gotta go through some sort of Spiritual Journey or something like that?" Dean asked his little brother before Gabriel asked
"How do you know about that part? And who are you calling a gigolo?" Gabriel asked while trying to look insulted.
"It's amazing the things you find in books, especially the ones that Bobby just so happens to have on hand. And you are the very definition of a gigolo, so don't bother denying it. And I wish it was something simple like a Spiritual Journey; no, the God who is making a new God, i.e. Loki over there has to... fill the body of the God-to-be (me) with a... Godly essence, if you will, for a rather long period of time."
"So what? He has to fill you with Godly mojo for eight hours or so? What's the big deal?" Dean asked as he took a sip of his beer.
"The 'Big Deal' is that he has his cock up my ass, filling it with spunk you minus minded moron! And it's not for a mere eight hours! Or ten or even twelve! He fucks me for a full twenty-four hours!" As Sam spoke, Dean spat out his beer.
"What? No way in Hell! Na Ah! Not happening! You are not fucking my baby brother for twenty-four hours! I mean, how would you even be able to do... it for that long?" Dean ranted/shouted/asked Gabriel. 'He took that about as well as can be expected. Damn. I should've probably known that Sammy would figure out or know what was in store for him at the suggestion of becoming a pagan God. I often forget that there are actually some humans that can almost pass for intelligent.' Gabriel thought as he responded
"Angelic stamina is really something." He watched in partial amusement as Dean's face turned red then slightly blue before Castiel said
"That may be Gabriel, but Sam does not posses 'Angelic stamina'. Not many who have ever attempted such a thing have survived or been able to complete the ritual; the person must be awake at all times and the human ends up either being worn out and passing out, or they die of a shattered pelvis."
"Doesn't sound like all that bad a way to go if you ask me." Dean mumbled before Sam snapped
"Fine, then you do it first and tells me how it turns out. That is, of course, after Lucifer brings me back and convinces me to say yes to him!" They all flinched, knowing he spoke the truth. If it failed and Sam died, Lucifer would bring him back and find some way of convincing Sam to be his vessel.
"Look Sammy-kins, you may not like the medicine, but if you want the big bad cold virus to go away, you really have no choice."
"You really suck at metaphors, you know that?"
"What do you want? I'm a God of mischief, not poetry; go talk to Odin."
"Look, there has to be another way in order to get me out of this! Like, what if I was in a coma? I would have no real consciousness, so I can't give Lucifer my consent right? No consciousness, no consent."
"But, how would you go about being put into a coma Sam? Even I know that it is difficult to go into a coma without being brain dead." Castiel asked Sam.
"It's possible to be put into a chemically induced coma; doctors do it in extreme cases where the subject will be in immense pain. If you know where to go, you can get the right chemicals for the job."
"OK, tell you what – you all give my idea a try; Sammy can't get it up, we put his lights out."
"I personally prefer Sam's idea." Castiel said
"You want to give the one who started this whole thing an easy way out?" Gabriel asked and Cas' eyes turned to ice.
"That is not fair Gabriel; we all had our parts to play in starting the Apocalypse; Dean broke the first seal, I was the one who let Sam out to go after Lilith and you are not innocent in all this. You must have had some inkling that seeing his brother die over a hundred times would have a serious impact on Sam's psyche, paving the road for Ruby to manipulate Sam."
"Thanks Cas." Sam said in a quiet voice and Cas just nodded.
"Hey, if you ask me, he would have fallen even faster if I hadn't of prepared him for it." Gabriel rebutted.
"Before we have an overly big debate on this whole thing, I think we should decide on who's idea we're going for, OK?" Dean said as the two angels glared at each other.
"I agree with Sam's idea." Cas said.
"So do I." Dean agreed.
"Well, that makes it three to one, so unfortunately Gabe, your idea loses. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to arrange a meeting with a-" Sam started to say as he turned but stopped when Gabriel popped in right in front of him.
"Sorry Sambo, but my idea is more enjoyable for you and me all around." Gabriel said before he touched Sam's forehead. The last thing they heard was Castiel shouting
"GABRIEL! NO!" The same time that Dean shouted
"SAMMY!" When Sam got his bearings back, he found himself tied down in a bed with silk sheets. He was also as naked as the day he was born.
"Gabriel! Did your Father forget to at least give you the common sense He gave to a gnat?" Sam shouted as he tried to break the bonds holding him down.
"Well, I would like to think that I have a few qualities in common with a coyote." Gabriel said as he put a blindfold on Sam and ran a hand down his back. He was a little put out when Sam flinched from his touch. 'We'll have to work on that. Don't worry Sammy-kins; you'll be begging for my touch by the time we're done.'
"Gabriel, this is not funny in the least! Untie me, take this stupid blindfold off, put my clothes back where they belong, and take me back right now!"
"You're a bossy little submissive, aren't you? I guess I'll have to gag you too." Gabriel said with a sigh as he snapped a gag into Sam's mouth. What made the whole thing even more humiliating, was that it was a hard, plastic dildo gag. 'Forgive me for a stupid question, but is there a reason you hate me so much as to go to these lengths to humiliate me?' Sam mentally asked Gabriel as he tried to get the gag off and out.
"You want to know the funny thing? I don't really hate you; I admire you. Despite what I said back there, going a hundred Tuesdays of watching Dean die, and you didn't break? I'm impressed Sammy-kins. Not many could do it. And only someone as observant as you, would notice something as small as strawberry syrup instead of maple on pancakes. Now, in order to keep you going for the entire twenty-four hours, we'll need to write some sigils on you. So just lie still while I get my ink, which will dissolve into your skin and will be removed once we're done. On the other hand, maybe I should try and get you to relax as much as possible, won't do us any good if you're as tense as you are while I'm trying to fuck you into the mattress will it?" Gabriel said before he went to find the oil he had his masseuse use for his own massages, his special ink for important sigils, and his brush for it. He made sure that the oil was nice and hot before he decided to also have some candles. He then set about straddling his hunter. Gabriel had to smirk; his hunter, Sam would indeed be his by the time the twenty-four hours were up.
With a snap, the oil was on a stand with hot coals keeping it warm (cold oil was disgusting and the exact opposite of erotic). Gabriel, please don't do this! Sam tried as Gabriel dipped his fingers in the oil and rubbed it between his hands. He then leaned down and laid his hands on Sam's back, who tried to buck him off.
"If I were you Sammy-kins, I'd stop struggling or else I may just have to whammy you into submission, and those can feel far worse than you just giving in." Fuck you.
"As you wish." Gabriel said before he touched Sam's forehead, making him go rather limp without falling asleep. That's better Gabriel thought as he picked up the ink jar for the sigils. Gabriel had planned on getting Sam to relax first, but after that little fuck you, Gabriel decided to make the whole thing start right now. He used the ink to right on his shoulders the intent of the ritual they were about to take part in, and saw it dissolve into Sam's skin. He then wrote the sigils that would make Sam as horny as a jack-rabbit and as insatiable as Don Juan. As soon as he was done, the sigils glowed before again dissolving. Sam whimpered as he felt Gabriel run a finger down his back.
"Now, what not many Pagan Gods knew, is that the sigils I just drew on your back, they do three things. One, as you're probably experiencing, you get incredibly horny. Two, you're going to as insatiable as a praying mantis but, lucky for you, you won't have to worry about blue balls. Three, when I put the slightest pressure over the sigils..." Gabriel said as he lightly put his hand to Sam's back over the sigils. Sam felt as if he had been electrocuted as he spurted his cum all over the bed. What have you done to me?
"Made you as sensitive to touch as a 17-year-old virgin. Now, can you imagine how much fun you're going to have with your massage?" Gabriel asked with a smirk as he dipped his hands back into the oil. As he started with his shoulders, Sam found himself getting worried despite being whammied and forced to relax from his forced orgasm, fearing just how many times he would come this night. Gabriel stopped for a moment, thinking.
"You know, you really did hurt me when you told me to fuck off; I think I'll introduce you to one more thing." NO! Gabriel, please, I'm sorry! I... I'm just scared about the whole thing! I don't want this! I'm not gay!
"Oh Sammy, you forget; angels are genderless. If I were to cast off this mortal coil and all that shit, I'd be neither male nor female. Anyways you don't have to be afraid; we'll save the hardcore stuff for the second date." Excuse me, but don't bondage, blindfolds and dildo shaped gags count as the hardcore stuff?
"I meant stuff like whips and cockrings." Gabriel said as he got his ten inch, royal purple vibrator and lubed it up with the hot oil before inserting it into Sam's rectum. Sam flinched and jerked at the same time, and Gabriel wasted no time in setting a bit of a rhythm to try and get Sam used to it before he turned it on, making Sam scream through his gag. Gabriel then resumed with the massage; going from head to toe four times, making sure to add quite a bit of pressure when he came to the area where the sigils had been painted on. By the time he made his fourth run, Sam had come over a dozen times, and Sam knew that he was still going strong but he pleaded anyway. Gabriel... please... no more, just let me do my idea of a forced coma. I can't take this for a further... Sam had no idea how much time had actually passed since Gabriel started this ridiculous idea; he was thorough even if it was just his back being done, but the orgasms had made time both slow down and speed up.
"You can thank my thoroughness for knocking almost two hours of your list, so, only twenty-two more to go." Gabriel before snapping and turning Sam on his front, making the vibrator shift and seem to go even deeper, making Sam cry out and lift his hips, giving Gabriel the chance he wanted to dive in on Sam's cock. Sam felt his mouth go dry as he bit down on his gag while he screamed around his mouthful. Gabriel knew how to give a blowjob; it was tight and wet and because Gabriel didn't need to breathe, he could feel his cock hitting the back of his throat. Occasionally, Gabriel would hum, causing Sam to cum even quicker and Gabriel just kept drinking it down. Sometimes, Gabriel would use one hand to thrust the vibrator hard on Sam's prostate, hum around his mouthful of cock, and press his other hand hard against Sam's back.
Twenty-two hours later (sorry folks, but I can't write a sex scene that lasts a full twenty-four hours!)
Gabriel had untied Sam sometime ago, knowing that if Sam tried to run, all he had to do was put pressure on Sam's back and he wouldn't be able to move two steps. He had even removed the gag to give Sam some water and Sam had promised no more protests if the gag stayed out. Gabriel had agreed and had them do a 69 to each other. In the last hour, Gabriel had fucked Sam so hard through the mattress, they thought that it was going to break. When that was done, Sam asked,
"Are you done yet?" To which Gabriel replied,
"Almost, there's just one last thing we gotta do before you're a full on Pagan God." Before he lowered his mouth to Sam's little hole that looked a little red with irritation, but otherwise fine. He gently licked it with his tongue like a kitten licks up milk. Sam could do nothing more than whimper as Gabriel pushed his tongue in, slurping up the cum he had just unloaded. When that was done, he pulled up and kissed Sam, making him drink the cum and the blood he had secretly put in his mouth. As that finished, Sam actually glowed as the twin rituals completed themselves. You see, Gabriel had chosen the Pagan God ritual for two reasons; one was the fact that Sam becoming one would make him unsuitable for a vessel. The other was the fact that Gabriel had finally found his soul mate and he had no desire to see him die or become his brother's meat suit. The two rituals were very similar, except that the becoming the mate of an Archangel one only lasted twenty-two hours, not twenty-four. However, by adding his blood to his cum, he had managed to merge the two, making Sam both a new Pagan God and the mate of an Archangel. During the whole glowing phase, Sam had finally managed to pass out, as part of the glow had removed and imperfections on his body, including the sigils on his back and even the ones on his ribs. As Gabriel looked at him, he saw that Sam had become a God of Loyalty, Trust and Forgiveness, which was a good thing, because he did not want to deal with a God of War when Sam found out that they had just become hitched!
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