FIC: For peace comes dropping slow

[nilchance]

Title: For peace comes dropping slow
Author: nilchance
Rating: Adult
Pairing: Supernatural, Gabriel/Castiel/Dean/Sam
Warnings/Notes: Written for moorishflower: scent kink. Title from Yeats.



It takes a few times, but Castiel finally catches Gabriel sniffing him in the middle of the night.

It should've been a safe bet; Castiel's starting to sleep more, lately, his metaphorical umbilical cord (which maybe isn't the best way to describe it, Gabriel thinks, maybe it's actually the biggest daddy issues coming to play since Dean on, say, every given Tuesday) cut and humanity seeping in. Especially after sex, and especially the kind of sex that left Cas gasping and clawing the sheets while Dean fucked him with his fingers.

But no. Because Gabriel has that kind of luck, lately. That's what comes of sleeping with Winchesters.

"What are you doing?" Cas asks, all grave and serious as a heart attack. Sam grunts in his sleep, almost waking until Castiel reaches down and strokes his hair, settling him.

Gabriel considers being jealous because hey, that's his Winchester, thank you, but it's better than trying to explain this with a woobie-faced audience. "Keep it down," he hisses, then tries, "and go back to sleep."

Cas does not go back to sleep. He sits there in the slanted twilight slipping in from the parking lot, patient and implacable, a textbook angel except for the rumpled sex hair. "What are you smelling?"

"You've still got harpy in your hair."

"No, I do not think so. I was in the shower." Cas pauses, thoughtful, then adds, "For a long while."

"Yeah. I think they heard you in China, kiddo."

"It is not harpy." Cas peers at him. "You are prevaricating."

"It's nothing."

"Gabriel."

"It's--" Awkward, Gabriel shrugs a little away from Sam's heavy dead-weight arm. He hates being cornered, hates being seen through, hates all this meaning, but Cas isn't going to stop poking the beehive with a stick. That's what Cas does. "You just. You smell like--"

Home. The word locks in his throat.

"Ah," Cas says after a while. Then, very seriously, he leans his head forward. "You may... you can continue. If you'd like."

Gabriel smacks him in the back of the head, not hard. And then he leans forward and buries his face in Castiel's hair, breathing deep, his eyes closed.

Comments

[deathangelgw.livejournal.com]

that shouldn't be as hot as it was....@_@ way to bring up the fever there darling...

[nilchance.livejournal.com]

Thank you!