Sam was going to kill Dean. He really was. Slowly. And laughing the whole time. Though whether it was before he killed Loki or not was the thing Sam needed to decide on. It would help his decision if he knew when the damned midgetty Trickster was coming back. Then he could decide who was pissing him off more. The only thing he was certain of was that Castiel was safe.
"So… do eight-legged horses recognise Mother's Day, Sammy? If so, you think you'll get something." Sam ground his teeth together and began to count to ten in every language he knew. Which, to be fair, was English, Latin and Spanish if he didn't want to count passed twenty-nine. He really couldn't remember was thirty was. Actually, he should spend his time trying to remember that. It was a sure fire way to—"Oh! Sammy! Does that mean I'm an uncle five times over?"
"Six." Castiel said, and Sam felt his eyebrow twitch and added Castiel to his 'must kill slowly' list.
"Shut up." Sam muttered, wondering if maybe just knocking Dean out would be satisfactory enough. It would shut him up at least.
"I'm being accepting that you're married to a Norse god that has tried to kill us both numerous times and has succeeded in killing me more times than I'm actually comfortable thinking about. And he made me lose bladder control." Dean added with a pout, and Sam felt the urge to giggle when he saw Castiel frown in confusion.
"It was an accident, apparently." Sam said dully, though he did appreciate Dean's reasoning. Dean had gone off on a rant about how Sam was being tricked, how Loki was going to kill them all (again, possibly repeatedly), how they couldn't trust anything the god told them (which Sam felt was a little off, given Loki hadn't actually told them anything) and how Sam was a fool for letting him into the motel without killing him on sight (he ignored Sam when Sam pointed out that they'd already tried killing him and it hadn't actually worked. At all). Finally, after a whole day of ranting, followed by three days in which he pouted and refused to talk to Sam (which Sam now missed), Dean had decided to embrace his baby brother's marriage and use it to seemingly mock Sam into an early grave. Sam really should have realised just how much knowledge Dean had taken in about the Norse Trickster when they'd originally done some follow up research on Tricksters after the first meeting. All that knowledge was now rearing it's ugly head.
Which was why Sam was now looking longingly at the pillow Dean had cruelly taken from him what felt like an age ago, whilst Dean was yammering away about Sam being step-mommy to en eight-legged horse and other such strange and random creatures. Sam really hated his brother at times.
"How'd you accidentally get married?" Dean asked, and Sam sighed before smirking as he finally thought up something that might shut Dean up. Though of course, chances are, it'd backfire spectacularly on him, seeing as how his luck was currently going.
"I'd imagine it happened sometime when he had his dick up my ass. But I could be wrong." Sam stated bluntly, and then took great joy in watching Dean pale and sit down heavily…. On a chair that wasn't actually there, thus just falling straight to the floor.
"Dude!"
"You asked." Sam pointed out, and finally hauled himself from the bed and stretching, yawning as he did so. They should probably consider leaving the motel and finding a new hunt sometime soon.
"I wish I hadn't." Dean muttered and Sam figured that shock was the only reason Dean was harping on about having concrete proof that Sam was a girl.
"Loki was the one to protect and hide this room and it's occupants then?" Castiel finally said, speaking up for the first time since Sam had admitted to apparently being a wife and stepmother, which wasn't that hard given that he'd vanished from the room the minute Dean started to vibrate in anger. Cowardly little angel. He needed to stop listening to Dean, it was making him refer to himself in feminine rolls too, now.
"Yeah, he got some gods to do some voodoo blessing thing to this, too." Sam said, plucking at the leather cord around his neck, which Castiel still occasionally shot wary looks at.
"So… where is he?" Dean finally asked, though he still hadn't moved from his place on the floor, and wasn't actually meeting Sam's stare. Sam would admit to being a little amused by that. Like he hadn't had the horror of walking on a Dean at inopportune moments. The man could deal with having a vague idea of Sam being screwed by a… okay, maybe that was just a little disturbing.
"I have no idea." Sam muttered, fiddling with the medallion around his neck and feeling it warm up slightly in his hand, making him feel comforted somehow. He was going to refuse to look into that as well. It was just too weird.
"You haven't brought out the old ball and chain yet? What kind of wife are you?" Dean asked, and Sam sighed, clearly the shock of Sam bluntly telling him how he gathered he'd bonded to Loki had now faded. Fuck.
"Cas, can you smite him a little? Just… you know… knock him out or something. No need to kill him…" Sam added hastily when Castiel just looked at him with a curious mix of looking disturbed by the idea and yet looking like the idea had some premise. Maybe the disturbed feeling came from the second thought.
"I do not think that would be wise." Castiel finally said and Sam sighed, figured he wouldn't be that lucky.
"Dude! Come on! You accidentally married a freaking god! I have to mock you mercilessly for this!"
"He could kill you again." Sam pointed out, and smirked when Dean shut his mouth with a snap. "He won't though."
"How do you know?" Dean asked, though Sam noticed that it wasn't as accusatory as it would have been just days before.
"I just do." Sam muttered, not exactly wanting to go into why he trusted Loki. He wasn't too sure on the reasons himself.
"Well, that's even considering the guy will be coming back." Dean pointed out and Sam sighed, silently agreeing with Dean on that one. He didn't quite understand why that made his stomach clench though, because he wasn't attached to the god. He wasn't. That was ridiculous.
Sam had tried to speak Dean out of going after Crowley once Castiel had found out where the demon was hiding out, but Dean had been adamant, and he was determined to get the gun from Crowley. He'd ignored Sam, so Sam had possibly sulked and refused to go.
He should probably have been a little more mature about that, thinking on it. Not that he could do anything about it now. Dean had punched his arm (which hurt and gave him a dead arm, dammit!) in anger (though, given it could have been his face, Sam felt he shouldn't complain too much), and had then had Castiel take him to where he'd seen Crowley go. Without Sam.
Which at least meant he had respected Sam's decision not to go.
"Don't you look like a picture of joy and enthusiasm?" Sam slowly opened his eyes and looked over to see Loki smirking at him, looming over him from the side of the bed.
"I am just that good at portraying how I feel. Joy and enthusiasm comes naturally to me." Sam told him dully, and Loki snickered before jumping on to Sam and making Sam exhale painfully with a groan. "Get off me!"
"Aw, but I'm showing my love!" Loki told him with a mischievous smirk that made Sam's stomach flip and other areas of his body begin to take an interest in goings on. Having a fidgeting god straddling his hips wasn't exactly helping that.
"Your love needs to go on a diet." Sam groaned, hissing and then groaning in pain when Loki poked him sharply in the side. "What are you doing here?"
"You didn't miss me? See, this is why our relationship needs work. We should work on it." Loki said, shifting to get more comfortable and then finally stopping shifting about (much to Sam's relief, though his jeans were now uncomfortably tight), and settling to play with Sam's necklace.
"How'd you plan on that, exactly?" Sam asked, propping himself up slightly on his elbows to be able to look at Loki properly.
"I have a couple of ideas. Wanna hear?" Loki asked with a leer that definitely did not make Sam blush.
"Sure, go ahead. First though, I have a question." Sam said quickly, before Loki could embark on what would no doubt be a very long and involved (and probably x-rated) list of ideas. He smirked when Loki visibly slumped and pouted.
"Fine, ask away."
"What were you going to tell me?" Sam asked, and actually sort of regretted it when it meant Loki cringed and climbed off of Sam.
"Where's your brother's angel?"
"Cas? I assume he's with Dean. They're hunting wabbits. Or demons at least." Sam said, and Loki snickered before he shook his head and sobered up, which immediately made Sam tense and sit up properly. He crossed his legs under him and watched as Loki began to pace the floor in front of Sam's bed. "Loki?"
"Right, chances are Castiel is going to be with you when I am so… right." Loki nodded, almost like he was talking to himself, which really confused Sam. And was also a little disturbing.
"Er…" Sam felt he should say something if only to remind Loki that he was still there, but he wasn't too sure what. "Can't be that bad, can it?"
Loki spun to look at him with wide eyes, and Sam wondered if he should have just stuck with the 'er' and not said anything else. Though, at least it did make him realise that Sam was still in the room. So he achieved that at least.
"Sam…"
"Loki." Sam said, deciding to just try and irritate the powerful being that could kill him literally with a blink of his eye, because he was intelligent like that. And clearly spent far too much time with Dean. Loki huffed, and then moved to sit opposite Sam on the bed, folding his legs under his body and starting to twist and curl his fingers around each other. "Seriously, all this stalling is probably making it worse. And is also lessening the time you have to tell me before Dean arrives with Castiel."
"Fuck it." Loki muttered and then ran his hand through his hair in agitation, before he looked up at Sam and took a deep breath. "I'm not just called Loki."
"Er…" Sam blinked and then blinked again. Right, so that wasn't exactly what he was expecting. Though he wasn't actually too sure what he was expecting. "Right… Um… Can I ask what else you're called?"
"If you promise not to try and kill me." Loki mumbled, and Sam tilted his head to the side and frowned, feeling a nervous sensation twist in his stomach.
"It's that bad?" Sam asked, before shrugging and gently prodding Loki's knee with his finger. "I promise not to try and hurt you."
Loki looked up at him and grinned, hooking one of his fingers around Sam's finger, and then nodded. "Right, remember when you asked me about which Loki I was?"
"Yeah…" Sam said slowly, feeling completely lost, but also feeling something niggling in the back of his mind.
"Right, I sort of lied a little."
"You're not Loki? Because, let me tell you, Dean might be disappointed to learn he's not a step-uncle." Sam said, trying to make Loki relax a little, and smiling when it seemed to work. Loki snickered and looked at Sam in amusement.
"Step-uncle Dean? That actually scares me a little." Loki said and Sam couldn't hold back the laugh that broke out, not that he wanted to. They were the fun club, after all.
"Fuck, don't say that." Sam said once he'd stopped chuckling, finger still linked with Loki's. "So are you Loki? Or… I'm confused, I'll admit."
Loki sighed and then shrugged his shoulders, "I'm Loki. The Norse one, I mean. I am, but I was someone else before that. And well… You were right when you made a throw away comment that time."
"I was ri—" Sam stopped and gaped at Loki, remembering vividly what comment Loki was referring to.
"Yeah…"
"You're… You… What?" Sam said, gaping at Loki, who refused to meet his gaze and just stared at their joined hands. "You're Gabriel?"
"Knew you were the smart one, Kid. Yeah, I'm Gabriel." Loki, or Gabriel, Sam really had no clue what to refer to him as, and then he groaned and let his head fall forward.
"Bree. You said your name was Bree. Really, you weren't exactly trying to hide it, were you?" Sam muttered, feeling a strange sensation of amusement, confusion and shock. It all seemed to merge and just end with a vague nauseous feeling.
"You didn't work it out until I told you though, did you?" Loki/Gabriel/Whatever the fuck he wanted to be called, quite rightly pointed out and Sam huffed and scowled at Loki. "I'd prefer Loki."
"Why?"
"Why what? Why would I prefer Loki or why am I Loki in the first place?" Loki asked and Sam shrugged.
"Both?"
"I'm more comfortable being Loki, and…" Loki trailed off and sighed, clenching his finger around Sam's, making Sam shift and link all their fingers, squeezing Loki's hand gently. "I didn't want to stay there anymore. It kinda sucked, if I'm honest."
"Huh. So why are you helping me in this? Why not just stay hidden, surely if you help us, then they're going to work out who you are. You've already implied that Cas is gonna guess."
"Castiel would eventually realise I was an angel if he spent enough time around me, though he wouldn't be able to tell which one. As for why I'm helping you… I realised we'd bonded. I couldn't exactly leave you after I'd worked that out, could I?" Loki asked and Sam snickered and shook his head.
"No… guess that would be sort of shitty. When did you realise we were… er… bonded? Married? I don't know, that?"
"Technically, I'd say bonded would be the best description. Though I don't think that quite works either."
"Kinda makes us sound like a supernatural harlequin novel." Sam mumbled and Loki chuckled.
"Yeah, exactly, and I worked it out when I saw you at that motel alone. It was the first time I was pretty much giving all of my attention to you and wasn't trying to hide." Loki admitted with a shrug, and smirked at Sam. "I'll admit it freaked me out a little when I realised what it was. Made me run. But then I realised that I couldn't leave you alone in this. Plus you didn't have Dean with you, so I went to find you again. And here we are, months later."
"Huh. Gabriel. Huh." Sam said, not too sure what else he could say. He was flattered and so very thankful that Loki had decided to come back and help him, but at the same time, he was… he was holding hands with an archangel. It was surreal. "Are you eventually going to stick around and face Dean?"
"I'm actually impressed and stunned that you told him. I assume you have, given the uncle Dean comments, which are still creepy." Loki said, getting an amused grin from Sam.
"Yeah, I figured telling him would enable me to get him to see that this whole demon gun thing was stupid. Clearly it worked a treat." Sam said dryly, waving his free hand around the empty room.
"Guess we'll just have to wait for them to get back then. I should face the music with your older brother eventually. It's not like he knows how to kill me." Loki said, though Sam snorted when he heard the nervousness in Loki's voice.
"You're scared of Dean?"
"No."
"Uh huh."
"Shut up, Wifey."
"Dick." Sam quickly retorted and then made a sound of surprise when Loki launched himself at him and pressed their lips together, pressing his tongue against Sam's lips, then thrusting into Sam's mouth when Sam opened with a soft groan. Sam got over his shock and tangled his fingers into Loki's hair, pulling the Trickster closer to him, and falling back on the bed, Loki falling with him.
Sam groaned into the kiss, and arched up when Loki moved to settle between his legs, thrusting down into Sam and running his hands up and down Sam's side. Sam pulled back from the kiss and inhaled deeply, gasping when Loki moved quickly to lick and nip and bite at Sam's neck, running his tongue over the abused flesh, before nibbling and sucking it again. Sam could feel Loki's lips stretch into a smirk against his neck when Sam groaned and hissed, hands fluctuating between gripping at Loki's shoulders and tugging at his hair.
Sam shifted and wrapped a leg around Loki's waist, pressing them closer together and making Sam moan loudly, whilst Loki bit down sharply on Sam's neck, licking the skin over the bite mark, whilst thrusting against Sam, groans vibrating against Sam's neck.
"Loki!" Sam cried out, arching up when Loki moved his hand between their bodies and pressed the heel of his hand against Sam, and Sam felt his breathing begin to quicken as his climax slowly began to creep up his body. Loki moved from Sam's neck and pressed his lips to Sam's, breathing heavily as he kissed Sam wetly, grunting and gasping Sam's name as their thrusts became more frantic and desperate.
Loki pushed his hands under Sam's shirt and ran his fingers over Sam's skin, as they kissed, making Sam moan into Loki's mouth and tighten his leg, bringing them closer and finally giving just enough friction and pressure to push Sam over the edge. Sam pulled back from the kiss, throwing his head back and crying out as his orgasm almost painfully crashed over him. He slumped back into the bed, breathing heavily and tugging at Loki's hair, when Loki groaned out Sam's name as he came, kissing the skin behind Sam's ear softly as he relaxed into Sam's body.
"Huh." Sam said, when he finally felt he could safely say his brain wasn't completely fried, though the evidence wasn't there given he still wasn't too sure he could form complete sentences (or, in fact, words).
"Yeah." Loki agreed, nuzzling into Sam's neck, and making Sam sigh as he tangled his fingers into Loki's hair, gently stroking the silky strands. He could swear Loki was actually purring, which made Sam's lips twitch into a sleepy smile.
Sam glanced at Loki when he heard the unmistakeable sound of the Impala and tried to smile comfortingly, though he had the feeling he'd failed on that. Earlier, when Sam had been about to fall asleep, Loki had shifted, clicked his fingers to clean them up and get rid of any evidence of their… activities, then had moved to sit at the table. Sam, seeing that Loki probably was on to something, seeing as Dean and Castiel were probably heading back to them, had moved to lean against the headboard and then had spent the next ten minutes in silence.
"You gonna be okay with Cas?" Sam asked, not too sure why he was asking, it wasn't like Castiel was going to be able to take on an archangel. Right?
"It's gonna be fine, Sammy Sam. Don't worry about it." Loki said, easy smile on his lips as he stretched out on the chair he'd sat on. Sam just nodded his head silently, then looked over at the door when it swung open and Dean walked in, freezing when he saw who was also in the room with Sam. "Let the fun times begin."
A/N – I'm a bitch aren't I? *grin* Because, yep, this is ending here. Chill, I will write a final part to this mini trilogy thing, but it won't be for a while. After I've finished the next part of the Gospel's verse, then I'll be a little… absent. Except for the occasional drabble written for my prompt table. I'm gonna be focusing on my big bang fics, and also applying for Med School and applying to take my Masters (Shakespeare Studies, yeah, I'm an awesomely cool geek). So yeah, gonna be a bit busy. *nods* Still… Sam and Gabriel/Loki! Was it any good? It really wasn't supposed to be this fecking long. *grumbles*