twentysomething

Title: On the Themes of Stolen Virtue

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Sam/Gabriel (a touch of Dean/Cas)

Summary: "Sam should probably be pissed. Righteously, majorly pissed off.

He's not really even managing indignant.

It's probably a side effect of being dead inside or something."

Length: 1100 wordsish.

Warnings: Spoilers for ALL THE THINGS. And some off-stage boning.

Notes: merelyn and I had a discussion about the infamous WHAT IS WRONG WITH SAM issue, and this was my solution to the whole thing. (EDIT: leupagus IS RESPONSIBLE FOR EVERYTHING.)


Sam should probably be pissed. Righteously, majorly pissed off.

He's not really even managing indignant.

It's probably a side effect of being dead inside or something.

Cas had made a big deal about his soul being missing and Dean had gone what does it mean and Bobby had been like Christ, can't anyone keep a-hold of the goddamn things and Sam had shrugged.

That should probably worry him, too, but it doesn't.

"Okay, sure," Sam says, shrugging again, because now that he doesn't have to act or lie, this whole being soulless thing is actually sort of liberating. Dean stares at him like he has twenty-nine heads, all speaking Urdu, which is ridiculous, because he only has one head, and Dean should know because he punched Sam in it fourteen times.

"Sam-" Dean starts and Gabriel just waggles his eyebrows like it's Christmas for the morally depraved.

Sam also probably should have been surprised or alarmed that Gabriel is back from the dead, too, but a) it seems to be going around and b) eh. Castiel glares at Gabriel.

"You have no right-" he tries and Sam just shakes his head.

"Seriously, guys," he says, patting them on the shoulders. "I don't care." Gabriel raises an eyebrow.

"You don't care that we have to do the sex so you can get your soul back?" Gabriel pushes and Sam tries- he really tries but-

"Nope." Sam shrugs again. Gabriel pouts.

"That sort of takes some of the fun out of it, I have to say," Gabriel admits. Dean glares laser beams at him. Sam would shrug again, but Dean might punch him. Again.

"Whatever, let's get it over with," Sam says, stretching. Gabriel's probably into weird, bendy, athletic shit, so. Dean looks like he's about two seconds away from frothing at the mouth, but after some convincing pretend frowns, Cas drags Dean out of the room. God, maybe Cas will comfort Dean with his body. That would probably help a lot.

"You're really not in there, huh?" Gabriel asks, getting all up in Sam's face. Sam sighs. This is such a stupid point of contention, really.

"I'm me," Sam argues, because it's not like he's a pod person, or anything. "I guess- I guess you could say my "give a fuck" is broken." Gabriel raises his eyebrows.

"That's really the opposite of what we're looking for here. The "give a fuck" is the point," Gabriel explains, all mock earnestness and Sam rolls his eyes, for a change.

"I really think you're making this up," Sam says, but it's not like he cares. "Cas brought Dean's soul out of hell and they didn't fuck."

Gabriel just laughs in Sam's face.

"It's cute that you think that?" Gabriel offers. "Now strip." Sam stares at Gabriel for a moment longer, and then shrugs one more time.

"Okay," Sam starts unbuttoning his shirt, because, really? This isn't a bad deal. In the grand scheme of things, what is he giving here? A couple hours of his time, maybe some blowies. Compared to what Bobby went through- hours of research, getting Rufus out of the big house, flying to Ireland with Bitchy McNeeded-to-be-Sedated- this isn't so bad.

Like, Gabriel already gave him herpes, how bad could this be?

"I'm really sort of offended by this train of thought," Gabriel pouts and it's a cliche, but- certainly wherever Gabriel stashed it, his romantic soul is crying- he shuts Gabriel up with his mouth.

Which, also not surprising, due to the fact that Gabriel has centuries of experience here- it's a lot better than the hookers.

In fact, when Gabriel pushes him into the shitty, creaky chair in the corner of the room, climbs into his lap and kisses his way into Sam's mouth, all wet heat and greed, it's not like the mechanical sex he's had with faceless strangers because he felt like he should- there's a spark of something-

Sam feels.

"Holy shit, I do have to have sex with you to get my soul back," Sam says wonderingly. Gabriel opens his mouth to say something, but Sam just grabs him and flings them back onto the bed.

"I'm glad you're being proactive here, but really-" Gabriel tries and they could talk, or they could have probably really good getting-my-soul-back sex, so.

The sex is really good.

He also starts crying about halfway through a handjob.

Gabriel sort of flinches back and Sam shakes his head.

"No, no, go on, it's just-" he takes a deep, hiccuping breath. "A lot." Gabriel stares at him flatly.

"This isn't actually a Lifetime Movie Network premiere, I'm not going to have sex with you while you cry." Gabriel says, crossing his arms.

"But don't you have to, you know-" Sam leaves finish unsaid, and yeah, that's probably a good sign that Gabriel doesn't. Sam runs through a personal litmus test.

Genocide in Rwanda? Heartbreaking and unforgivable.

Underfunding for the arts in elementary schools? Unconscionable.

Big Tobacco? Despicable.

Free healthcare? Crucial to the functioning of a caring society.

"I think I have my soul back," Sam offers and Gabriel awkwardly punches him in the shoulder.

"Okay, great then, I'll just let Deano and Cas know that the snotty crying part of the night is about to ensue and they're clear to come back in-" Gabriel tries and Sam clutches at him.

"Gabriel, thank you," Sam says fervently. Gabriel looks trapped and uncomfortable.

"No, don't mention it, pretend like I found it between my couch cushions under some pennies and a gum wrapper, really," Gabriel mutters quickly.

"You saved me," Sam explains, because seriously, if they hadn't done this, Sam is pretty sure that sooner or later, he would have done something wrong, something worse. Gabriel looks distinctly panicky.

"I'm really not a fan of where this conversation is headed," Gabriel whines and Sam has years of experience tricking people into having undesired emotional conversations, after Dad and Dean, this is easy.

"Gabriel," Sam starts again, but Gabriel just averts his eyes shiftily.

"I think I preferred you as a soulless sexbot," he complains. Sam just grins, because Gabriel found his soul and gave it back to him- and honestly, the sex was good.

"No, you didn't," Sam says, smug in his newfound ability to feel things again. Gabriel just purses his mouth and narrows his eyes at Sam.

"Child soldiers," Gabriel shoots back and Sam feels his face crumple involuntarily.

Gabriel grins.

"Okay, you're right."




EPILOGUE:

Dean sighs.

"Is this going to last much longer?" he asks. Sam makes a hurt noise into Dean's snot-covered collar.

"I'm taking that as a yes."

Sam snuffles again and tightens his arms around Dean's torso.

"Cas-"

"Dean, I will not get you a burger."