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How can I look away, now that I've seen you?
Harry would probably be dead long before he ever got used to the unusual things that happen to him since dying and coming back to life in another universe.
Though, having the archangel Gabriel appear to him in his motel room, shocking the brothers so much that Dean spilled his beer on himself, only to grab a hold of Harry and yell out, "I'll be taking this, thank you!", before they both disappeared from view was a bit more unusual then well...usual.
Now, Harry was standing on a beach somewhere hot and tropical. In jeans and a oversized black flannel.
Not beach clothes. At all.
Gabriel, however, was wearing loose green cargo shorts, a Hawaiian button up, and a pair of shades that were probably meant to make him look alot cooler than he actually did.
And he was holding a margarita, somehow?
"Uh, Gabriel?"
The slightly shorter man tilted his shades down to look at Harry over them.
"Yes, pretty boy?"
"What am I doing here?"
Gabriel suddenly snapped his fingers, and Harry was wearing a similiar outfit to the angel. They were matching.
"What the blo-"
"You, my lovely magical little thing, are joining me at the beach. I think we deserve a little mono a mono time, don't you?" And the angel gave him a wink before pushing his shades back up. The margarita was gone in the next second and Harry was being grabbed again, this time though he was dragged down the beach to a set off beach chair that were separate from any else.
Was he dreaming?
This had to be a dream.
But the sand beneath his now bare feet felt coarse and hot between his toes. The sun was hitting his skin, making him sweat a little bit at the sudden change of temperature. He rubbed at his glasses a moment, they were real too.
Okay. Real.
Really bloody weird.
"Okay, well, why? I mean we weren't in the middle of a case or anything but what if Sam and Dean need me?" Gabriel gently pushed Harry to sit in one of the chairs, smiling when he did as he was told. Then Gabriel sat down in the one beside him.
A plate of sandwiches appeared between them along with glasses of a orange blended beverage Harry hadn't seen before.
"Oh they'll survive, trust me. You need a little TLC if you ask me. And personally, I like you a hell of a lot more than most other beings so, I thought you'd enjoy a day off."
Well, that was nice. Maybe.
Harry, never one to just trust a good thing when it comes to him, raised an eyebrow, getting an innocent smile in return.
Gabriel looked practically glowing in the sunlight. His caramel hair and slightly tanned skin inviting in the warmth.
"Do you want something? Why me? Why right now?"
The archangel suddenly turned serious, removing his shades and pinning Harry with a dark gaze. A look in his eyes making Harry's stomach flip flop.
"Maybe I just wanted to spend time with you. Is that so hard to believe?" His voice was soft, earnest. But there was something else that Harry couldn't figure out. Another emotion, one that caused his insides to turn to mush.
His heart beat a bit faster, before he swallowed a bit and looked away, trying to focus on anything but the way Gabriel was looking at him.
"A little bit. You're an archangel, why would you want to spend time with me?"
"You're pretty to look at." Harry scoffed a bit and rolled his eyes. "And I find you intriguing."
Harry felt much the same as the angel. Gabriel was funny, interesting. And a celestial being who'd seen the cosmos come into creation.
Deciding that it wasn't such a bad thing to spend the day with him, Harry relaxed. Noticing this, Gabriel's lips pulled into a satisfied smirk, lifting up one of the drinks.
"To an interesting day." Then he lifted the glass up in a cheer before chugging the entire thing.
What had he gotten himself into?
He was having a lot more fun then he can remember having in his entire life. After an hour at the beach when Harry started to burn, having never been in such a hot climate for so long, Gabriel then asked him where was one place he'd always wanted to see.
He'd thought for a moment, before he told the archangel that he'd always wanted to go the fair as a child. He doesn't say that his cousin had always gone with his aunt and uncle but Harry had never gotten to go along. Gabriel snaps his fingers and the next moment they were at a fair. Wearing much more appropriate clothes for the setting then their beach ware.
His chest had filled with excitement, practically bouncing on his feet and not realizing when he'd grabbed a hold of the angel and pulled him along to look at all the games and rides.
He was so enraptured with the people and the joy of it he never saw the way Gabriel kept his amber eyes locked on Harry the entire time. The way they softened whenever Harry pointed at something for him to look at.
They got all kinds of sweets and snacks, the kinds Harry had never been allowed to have as a child. The kinds that he'd dreamed of having whenever his cousin would tease him about enjoying them himself.
They went on every ride, twice. The freedom and adrenaline feeling wonderful because for the first time it wasn't coming from running or fighting for his life.
It was just about fun.
And they talked. The whole time. About anything and everything. Harry asked Gabriel about the things he'd witnessed in his time as an angel, the funny, the awful, the wonderful. He listened intently as the angel recounted wars and love affairs and evolution itself.
Then Gabriel asked to hear about Harry's world.
At first, Harry hadnt wanted to talk about it. The wound felt too fresh still, even after the months he'd spent in this world. But Gabriel had been understanding, and instead of asking about the people, he asked about Harry's magic.
Which had lead Harry to talking about Diagon Alley and Hogwarts. And eventually, with Gabriel giving him his undivided attention, Harry slowly began to tell the angel about his friends. His family. The people he loved and missed.
When the day had passed by them, Gabriel snapped them away to a little Cafe somewhere.
They sat across from eachother, still laughing and talking. Harry felt lighter than he had in years.
At one point, Harry had excused himself to go to the bathroom, and on his way out, he'd been accosted by a much taller man who had a hard grip on Harry's arm.
"Blood hell, mate. You mind letting me go?"
"Come on, twink. We both know a pretty thing like you likes to be manhandled a bit."
Before Harry could bite back a reply, or pull his wand out, or even clock the prick, Gabriel appeared behind him.
Despite the man's slightly shorter appearance, and general humorous disposition, Harry could feel the anger pouring from him as his eyes found where the man had Harry in a tight grip.
"First of all, gorilla reject, I'd appreciate if you let go of him. Secondly, I'd be careful grabbing people you don't know in the first place. Might be the last thing you ever do."
Harry blinked at the terrifying smile that was pulling at Gabriel's lips. He may have been at least a head shorter than the man, but Harry knew what Gabriel was.
And he was pretty damn sure the man wasn't looking for a lesson in heavenly wrath.
"What did you just say to me, pipsqueck?"
Rolling his eyes at the uncreative insult, Harry grew tired of the hand on his arm rather quickly and threw his knee into the man's gut, causing him to double over in pain and let go.
"He told you to let go. Thanks for listening to him. Areshole."
Gabriel was cackling at the man haunched over in pain and threw his arm around Harry, adding a wonderful weight around Harry's waist.
Harry felt the way the angels hand settled on his hip and he became far too aware of it. And the sudden heat trailing up his neck and face.
"Bravo! Beautiful! Loved the show!" Gabriel was still laughing and cheering as he dragged Harry out the door of the Cafe.
The sky was dark over head, stars twinkling into existence.
They slowly walked down the sidewalk, Gabriel still keeping a hold of Harry as they did.
"Thank you for today, Gabriel. It was nice."
Gabriel paused a moment at the entrance to an alley, probably about to bring them down it so he could snap them away and take Harry back to his motel. Their eyes met, amber almost glowing in the streetlight.
Harry watched as the angels brows furrowed, thinking. So many emotions flew across his face that Harry couldn't name.
Then, the back of Harry's head was grabbed and he was being pulled in to a kiss by the archangel.
It was confusing and sudden, but Harry was kissing him back. Molten heat pooling in his gut as his hands rested over the angels shoulders, fingers pulling at caramel strands.
The only other person Harry had kisses was Ginny and it was nothing like this.
That had been awkward fumbling between two teenagers.
This, This was passionate.
It was like being bathed in sunlight. Or fire.
Either way Harry couldn't feel anything past the heat and the feeling of Gabriel's hands gripping at him.
Then the angel bit down on Harry's lip, and he couldn't stop the desperate noise that left him.
Suddenly, the sounds of people and cars and everything else fell away, yhen Harry was being pushed against a wall.
Pulling back to get air, Harry saw they were no longer on the street, but in a nice hotel room.
A coil tightened somewhere inside him.
Gabriel was looking at him like he was dying of thirst and Harry was the biggest glass of water he'd ever seen.
Desire. Want. Need.
Not letting himself think too long on the why or when or how, he threw himself back into the angels kiss. Never wanting to stop all the delicious feelings that came with being kissed so desperately.
Gabriel pulled away just slightly, Harry almost whine at the loss.
"Harry, Harry, let me take you to bed. Please."
His cock jumped in his pants, the jeans feeling suddenly far too tight on him.
Merlin, he was such a needy virgin. Gabriel had barely touched him and he was about to fall apart.
If he let himself take too long, he'd overthink, it's what he does. He'd let his fears get the best of him. Whatever was making a millenia old celestial being want to fuck him, he wasn't going to question it.
"Y-yes."
Then his back was on soft sheets, Gabriel hovering over him with one hand holding him up and the other trailing a finger down Harrys chest.
He arched into the touch.
Then Gabriel was talking, his voice taking on a husky edge.
"You know, with my Oh so angelic powers, I could make you cum without having to even touch you?"
Oh Bloody hell.
That should not be as arousing as it is. But he feels his already aching cock throb a bit more at the idea.
His glasses are astrew on his face, so he quickly removes them, gently tossing them to the side.
If they break, he'll just make Gabriel fix them.
After, of course, they finished up here.
He grabs a hold of the angel, pulling him back into a kiss that makes Gabriel laugh against his lips.
"Eager huh? Maybe next time, lovely. For now I want to use my hands."
And he does. He kisses the side of Harry's neck, gently playfully biting at the junction where neck meets shoulder and Harry whines.
He's never felt so much at one time. He can't focus on one feeling. Not when Gabriel is pulling his pants and boxers down, not when he snaps Harry's shirt away. Not when swirls his tongue around his nipple and presses Harry's hips into the bed.
He feels worshipped. Wanted.
Nothing else in the world matters but the weight of the angel above him, the feeling of his skin against Harry's.
Then he wraps his finger around Harry's cock, and Harry has to bite down on his lip to stop from crying out at the sensation.
"So pretty. I can see your soul, y'know? So bright and shining, I've never seen anything like it."
He gives Harry another stroke, teasing.
"Earlier I was telling you about all the things I'd seen in my long life, the rises and falling of Empires. The bloodshed, the creations. But I have to say, I think you have to be the most glorious thing I'd ever seen on this planet. Funny that you weren't even created here."
Then Gabriel is naked, and he's hovering above him again, Harry can feel the slide of them against eachother. Agonizing as it shoots sparks up into him.
"Gabriel- please I-"
"Oh I know, sweet one. Be patient."
Then he's lifting Harry's legs to wrap around the slightly shorter man's waist, and Gabriel trails a his fingers down Harrys backside.
Slick warm fingers prod against his hole, it's foreign and almost brings him back down from the hazy bliss he'd found himself in, but then Gabriel is shushing him and biting at his chest and neck and Harry relaxes.
The first finger is strange. An intrusion. But Gabriel must be using his powers to ease the way because it only feels like that for a second.
The second is much the same. But then Gabriel is scissoring them inside Harry, Twisting and crooking them about until they suddenly brush against something that makes Harry see stars.
"Gabriel!"
"Found it." The angel says in a sing song voice. But Harry could hear how out of breath the man is. Even though the image of him is blurry without Harry's glasses, the way he's gripping Harry's hip tells him the angel is just as deeply affected as Harry.
It's only after three fingers that Gabriel decides he's probably prepared.
The loss of the fingers inside him makes him feel empty but before he can truly register the sensation, Gabriel is pushing against his rim.
"Oh Merlin-"
"Well, it's not my name but at least you didn't say God. Would be a lot weirder."
And of course the angel would be cracking jokes when he's pushing himself into Harry.
After a moment, Gabriel bottoms out. He's a lot longer then Harry imagined, thicker too. Nothing painfully large, but he fills Harry up all the same.
And when the first thrust in and out happens, Gabriel bites down on Harry's neck, right beneath his ear and the wizard almost cums then and there.
It's gentle at first, Gabriel perhaps knowing Harry has never done this before and he's taking it slow. But after a minute Harry grows desperate for more.
"Please. Please Gabriel, a little faster."
"Well when you ask nicely."
Then it's like finding Heaven in earth. Gabriel is hitting the same blissful spot over and over and over and Harry can only grip the angels back and hang on.
It's nothing and everything like Harry had imagined.
Gabriel continues to whisper in his ear, and that's when Harry recognizes the angel is speaking in enochian. He can't make out any of the words from the angelic language, but from the sound of it Gabriel is thanking him, or complimenting him.
The coil in Harrys gut tightens again before it snaps completely and he's falling over the edge, spilling onto his own stomach.
Gabriel pulls him into a fierce kiss before he thrusts a few more times, letting out a choked sound as he cums deep within Harry.
They're both sweaty and worn out, but they lay beside eachother for a while after that. Harry slowly coming down from his trip in the clouds.
It was a few hours later, and another round, before Gabriel brought him back to the motel the winchesters were at, planting a kiss on Harry one last time before leaving again in a fluttering of wings.
It's Sam that opens the door when he knocks, looking relieved to see him.
"Harry! Are you alright?"
Harry can only nod, sore from his time with Gabriel and worried that Sam could somehow tell what they'd done.
"Uh- is that a hickey?"