#supenatural

You, Sam and Dean were trapped inside some dingy motel off an Indiana road– apparently a bunch of Gods felt threatened by the whole chaos that comes with the impending apocalypse. You’d be freaking out about the cannibal gods but at this point nothing really surprised you… For God’s sake your best friends were destined to fight to the death with Michael and Lucifer using their bodies.

Kali’s weirdly eerie monologue towards the rest of the entities is cut off by the sound of a door banging open–  “Can’t we all just get along?” A voice singsongs mockingly, clearly unbothered by the apparent seriousness of this situation. “Sam, Dean, new little friend–” The man greets with a curt nod and a dismissive wave of his hand. “ –always wrong place, worst time with you muttonheads, huh?” 

Normally, you’d immediately snap back at whoever messed with your friends– right now, you’re too busy gawking at the pair of wings behind this random man… angel? God?

“Well hello, guess my invitation got lost in the mail, but I’m here to talk about the elephant in the room–” One of the deities goes to stand up and the man quickly shuts him down, “ –not you, Ganesh, the Apocalypse ring a bell?” He winces with faux pity. “We can’t fight it, gang… But anyways, first things first” The man turns around to face y’all, “The adults need to have a chat” and with a snap of his fingers you’re all back in your room.

“Who the Hell was that?” You blurt out, completely dumbfounded by the whole situation while letting yourself drop onto the couch.

“That’s the trickster” Sam explains patiently, meanwhile Dean paces around the room, grumbling to himself and rubbing a hand over his jaw furiously. “Remember when we told you about this deity that made people die in elaborate pranked illusions? That’s the guy”

“Isn’t the trickster god supposed to be Loki or something?” You reply, still utterly confused.

“Technically, yes, he’s the son of an ice giant and though not directly related to Odin he later becomes his blood brother–” His nerdy ramble is cut off by the sudden company, the ‘trickster’ standing smugly by the foot of the bed.

“Sam you make me all tingly with that big brain of yours” He muses with teasing sarcasm, rolling his eyes and fixing his stance.

“Listen, here we don’t have time for your bullshit tricks–” Dean interrupts, grabbing the shorter man by the fabric of his jacket to which he simply raises his hands in mock surrender, a cheeky smile still on his face.

“Easy there big guy, I just saved your bacon”

“Saved our bacon? Saved our bac–” The eldest Winchester cuts himself off with a frustrated groan, shoving the trickster free. The man seems unbothered by the way he hums under his breath, taking a seat on the table next to Sam.

You scoff, still freaking out about everything while gesturing vaguely in the man’s general direction. “Is no one gonna address that?”

Sam looks up from his laptop, giving you his signature ‘confused, worried puppy’ look, prompting you to explain further because they were clearly not following.

“The– that?” You sputter in utter disbelief. “The freakin’ wings all glowy and shit?” Your hands are still gesturing at the ‘trickster’ to emphasize your point. “Since when do norse gods have wings?”

Might as well say the sky is green or something cause all three men fall silent, various expressions staring back at you– all of them utterly baffled.

“What the Hell are you talkin’ about?” Dean asks in a sigh, today’s events starting to get too much on his nerves and barely there patience.

“Are you kiddin’ me right now?” You chuckle in disbelief, hoping the brothers were playing some kind of sick prank on you by acting oblivious… It was either that or you’d officially lost it and started seeing things.

“Sweets you saying you can see all this?” The man stands up, pointing vaguely at himself (mainly the caramel colored wings tucked behind him).

“Nooo…” Your reply, words dripping with sarcasm as you scoff. “The shiny, feathery things behind you are just totally easy to ignore”

“Okay now what the actual fuck are y’all speakin’ about?” The blonde chimes in, a deep scowl etched onto his forehead, a hint of worry behind his gruff bravado.

“Alrighty then…” the ‘trickster’ claps his hands, “Guys, you remember the whole ‘me-being-a-trickster’ deal, am I right?” Sam and Dean nod along, albeit cautiously. “Turns out I’m not really that” He adds with a simple shrug, like it was no big deal.

Sam shoots him a baffled look while Dean seems to be at his wit's end, wishing to be anywhere but here. (He knew it was too good to be true when they had an all you can eat pie buffet…)

“Semantics” The man waves a hand dismissively in the air, like this was just another one of his tricks he could brush off without any consequences. “Norse god, archangel… samesies”

The youngest Winchester sputters– apparently, angels were becoming a recurring part of our messed up lives. (No hate towards Castiel, he was actually a pretty neat guy, given the circumstances and all…) “Wait you’re– You’re telling us all this time you’ve been an Archangel?” He scoffs, standing up in all of his 6’4” glory to tower over the archangel. “What angel creates fake aliens to slow dance with college students for laughs and giggles?”

“Name’s Gabriel, nice to formally meet you all”

“Gabriel?” Dean echoes– skepticism etched into his pretty features.

“Wait a second, you’re telling us that instead of Loki you’re the messenger angel that told Mary she was pregnant with Jesus?” Sam being openly distrusting, somewhere between amusement and suspicion– which was fair given the previous antics he’d pulled on them. Especially the whole trapping them in a variety of television shows to get them to ‘know their role’ regarding the Apocalyptic mishap.

“Not my best highlight but sure, let’s go with that” Gabriel was truly one weird little guy (to be fair, anyone was little standing between the Winchester brothers… weirdly tall lumberjacks) he seemed to be having a blast with this whole situation, waving his hands vaguely and drawing out words like it was any other Saturday night and not a whole ass biblical enlightenment. “And you, sweetcheeks–” He points at you with an over the top flick of his wrist. “ –can see my wings” the angel hums amused.

“I guess…?” You reply, still lost, a confused frown creasing your forehead.

“What’s up with that?” Dean adds.

“What’s up, is that your pretty huntress is my mate” Gabriel grins proudly, rocking on the tips of his feet like some proud little kid instead of a millenia-year-old entity with power to smite half the world if he felt like it.

“Mate?” Sam replies, chewing over the word as if it were a completely different language. “As in soulmate? Thought those were just myths, I’ve never read anything where it mentioned their existence, much less some sort of destined bond with the Messenger of God"

“Goldstar for chewbacca, nobody hits the book quite like you” Gabriel smiles with faux appreciation, pointing lovingly at Sammy like he was an endearing pal instead of a fully trained hunter making a valid point, regarding his friend.

Sammy had no idea how it had happened, really. Just a while ago, he'd been fighting his soulless version in a motel room, and now? Now he was being pinned to the bed, legs parted and his clothes off.

"We need to hurry up..." He mumbled between moans, hands clenching around nothing. "My— our little brother will be here in a moment."

Sam only smirked, a little too smugly for Sammy's taste. "That's a good thing, no?" He asked, tightening his grip on his soulful version's wrists. "Take your chance, Sammy."

"What is that even supposed to mean?" Sammy frowned, looking up at the hovering man over him.

"Come on..." He murmured condescendingly, thrusting into Sammy with deep, purposeful strokes. "I'm you. I know what you truly want— what you always wanted."

Sammy nearly choked at that, his face flushing involuntarily from the sudden realization that indeed, Sam is him. Every single thought he ever had about his younger brother— about you —Sam knew it all.

"Every little glance at his ass." Sam teased, punctuating every word with a snap of his hips. "Every filthy, sinful thought you had about him."

Sammy nearly whined, turning his head away from his soulless version because he knew Sam was right. Sammy often thought about you in less than innocent ways, but he always refused to act on those thoughts. Sammy knew it was wrong to desire you, Sam, however— it was a different story.

"Oh! Do you remember that one time you took him shopping just to—" Sam started but Sammy didn't let him finish.

"Just stop already! That's our little brother. We saw him grow up, for hell's sake." Sammy's voice trembled. He was afraid of hurting you, of accidentally making you hate him. He'd never forgive himself.

Sam scoffed, the mean, condescending smirk still on his face as he fucked into Sammy with dark satisfaction. He knew Sammy would give in eventually. It was just a matter of time.

"You and your morality." He said mockingly, leaning down to nip on Sammy's neck. "Right. Better stick to fucking yourself, huh?"

Sammy whined audibly.

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Later that day, when you and Dean returned from shopping to the motel, you both nearly had a heart attack when you saw two Samuels sitting on the couch.

Sammy immediately explained everything, besides the sex, of course, and had to assure Dean five times that he would find a way to get rid of Sam. Dean simply looked like he wanted to strangle the soulless version with his own hands.

Talking to you, though, was much harder for your older brother. Sam stayed inside with Dean, and Sammy dragged you outside the motel for some privacy.

"Look, you cannot trust him, okay?" He said with worry written all over his face. "Always stay alert when you're around him— or even better— don't be around him at all."

"But why, Sammy?" You asked in a hushed tone, matching his. You truly didn't understand, because Sammy never bothered to explain. He just always said Sam was evil.

"He's a bad person, little brother. He's nothing like me." He said quietly, protectively, brushing his thumb over your cheek. "I'm worried he'll do something to you. Just please— promise me you'll stay away."

And you promised.

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It's been a week since you all lived together, and Sammy made sure you were never alone with Sam. Maybe it was because he was afraid Sam would try to do something to you, or maybe that he wouldn't do anything at all, just reveal what Sammy had been secretly thinking his entire life while pretending to be the perfect older brother.

Today, however, Sammy failed to find an excuse and was forced to leave you with the soulless version of himself. It was only supposed to be one hour, what could even happen in such a short amount of time, he thought.

Apparently a lot, because as soon as the door closed behind Sammy, Sam was already at your side, looking you up and down with cold, smug curiosity.

"So..." He hummed, crossing his arms over his chest. "Sammy's really possessive, huh?"

"What?" You blinked, taking a step back, just to put some distance between you two. Sammy's words were still lingering in your head, after all.

"Well, this whole stay away from him thing," Sam said and leaned against the kitchen counter. "He's afraid that I'll be the first to do what he's wanted to do for many years."

You took another step back, the mere tone of his voice was making you feel uneasy. "Be more specific." You demanded weakly.

"Sammy wants you, little brother," Sam said with mock sweetness and took a step forward. "He's always wanted you, ever since you first sat on his lap. Ever since you first called him big brother."

You remained silent, not wanting to believe him at first. Sam, however, didn't stop at that. He lowered himself onto the couch before reaching for your wrist— too quick for you to be able to react— and you found yourself in his lap.

"Sammy's too good to take what he wants..." Sam continued, almost condescendingly, bringing his hand to your thigh. "But I'll prepare you for him, hm? Get you all nice and ready."

"Don't—" You tried to wriggle out of his grip but it was pointless. Sam was too strong, his one arm tightly wrapped around your waist and keeping you in his lap.

"Don't you want to make your big brother happy?" He hummed and buried his face in your neck, inhaling your scent shamelessly. "He raised you. He gave you everything. Now he wants one thing from you and you're refusing?"

You swallowed thickly, watching the way Sam's hand moved up your leg. His touch was gentle, too gentle for someone who was supposed to be soulless, yet his words were pointed. You felt strangely guilty for never giving Sammy what he apparently needed.

"I...I didn't know." You admitted weakly, pressing your legs together when Sam's fingers brushed over your inner thigh.

"Shh, it's alright. We'll give Sammy what he wants, yeah?" Another kiss, this time pressed to your jaw.

You squirmed in Sam's lap when his hand slipped under the fabric of your shorts, teasing right above the waistband of your underwear. You felt even more uneasy when his fingers started rubbing you through the thin fabric, slow and careful at first, then turning bolder.

"Sam—" You whined quietly, shifting a little in his lap, as far as his hand around your waist allowed you to, that is.

Sam ignored your whimpers and instead pushed your underwear aside, his finger skimming over your slick entrance. "Wet already, aren't you?" The mocking tone returned, especially when he saw how responsive you were.

He pressed yet another kiss to your neck, watching you squirm and wriggle in his lap when he finally pushed his finger inside you. Slow, at first, curling and stretching you open, savoring the way your cheeks flushed and eyes went a little wider every single time.

"Oh, he'll love that." Sam grinned and sank his teeth into your skin, not too deep but not completely gentle either. A moan slipped past your lips which only spurred the soulless version of your older brother on.

Then came another finger, the intrusion unfamiliar and painful, even though Sam was visibly holding back, for whatever reason.

"You can take it, right? For Sammy?" He asked, curling both fingers inside you while leaving another mark just above your collarbone. The sensation of being filled wasn't fully unpleasant, despite the initial pain, and soon enough you were clenching around his fingers and moaning into his shoulder.

Sam held you in his lap, still uncharacteristically gentle, and when the first orgasm crashed over you, he pressed his lips against yours, swallowing the low moan that left your mouth.

The hour passed rather quickly, Sam didn't even try to overstimulate you. No. He wanted you to be somewhat conscious when Sammy returned. So instead, he moved you to the bed in the corner of the room, pressing another kiss, this time to your forehead.

"And when Sammy comes in, what do you say?" He asked, taking a seat on the edge of the bed, his hand curling teasingly around your still trembling thigh.

"I want to make big brother happy." You mumbled, looking at the soulless version of Sammy through half-lidded eyes.