Sabriel One Shots

#metoo

"Turn around for me please," Sam said quietly and I complied. He started to clean cuts and pull out dirt, matted whatever was there, and even some of my feathers. All of it collected on top of the drain that would surely need to be cleaned after this, my heart raced nervously as thoughts of what happened flooded my mind. It was so relentless it couldn't have even been good for him, it shouldn't have been. The blood that would pour every time I was scratched or bitten extremely hard, the way I had been pushed around like a ragdoll. It wasn't fun rough it was 'how I want it you're nothing' rough. 

"Gabriel it's okay," Sam jerked me from my thoughts. I realized I was shaking insanely hard and I took a shaky breath, Sam put his hands on my shoulders and moved his hands gently in a caring manner.

"It'll never happen again and I promise I will wait for you until you're ready," Sam whispered into my ear before kissing my neck gently. I started to cry but not sobbing, just letting the tears flow.

"I don't deserve this Sam," I said quietly, "being treated this well."

"Sh don't talk about my love that way," Sam said and ran his hands up and down my arms softly, "especially when you know damn well that isn't true." I took a deep breath and looked at my hands, they were clean for the first time in forever and they were shaking so bad I felt like I was dying.

"Let's get you stitched up hun," Sam said and helped me stand up. I turned the water off and he handed me a towel, he wrapped one around his own waist and I did the same. He met my eyes and I looked down at his chest and legs, his arms and his body. It was something I missed so much, how this overly strong and incredibly intelligent man treated me like I was his everything. Treated me how I wanted to be treated, treated me with such a gentle love and yet a strong desire and passion.

"Can I just..." I blurted out but stopped myself and Sam chuckled.

"Do what you need to do," Sam smiled at me and I walked over to him. I moved my hands from his shoulders down his arms, I held his hands for a second and traced my hands from his hips up his waist and across his chest, then back down to his abs and hip bones, I moved all the way back up to feel around his neck and then I traced his shoulder blades up and down. I pulled my hands away and took a deep breath, still shaky. 

"I missed you," I said carefully, "you have the ability to use me and yet you treat me like I'm a priceless piece of art."

"You are a priceless piece of art," Sam said with a beautiful smile, "you're always going to be no matter what happens to you, Gabriel." He pushed some of my wet hair from my face, he cupped my cheek and brought me up for a gentle kiss. Tears fell from my face and mingled on our lips before he pulled away, I smiled at him and blinked slowly.

"Let's stitch you up," Sam said quietly.

...

It was about a month later after Sam and Dean had rescued me, now I was laying on my back in Sam's lap on the couch. His fingers running through my hair while I gently ran my fingers over the skin above his waistband, he was focused on the video he was watching on the computer.

"Gabe can I ask you something and you won't get uncomfortable?" Sam asked and I adjusted on his lap, I knew what he was going to ask and I wasn't sure how I felt.

"Shoot," I said and cuddled closer to him.

"Are you... ready yet?" He asked nervously and I swallowed, yeah I knew this was coming.

"Um a little," I answered, "there are a few things that we'd need to talk about beforehand."

"That's fine," Sam said quietly and kissed my forehead gently, "I just wanted to ask before I tried to make a move that's all."