It Was All A Dream

Pairing: Sam x Dean | Gadreel!Sam (Ezekiel!Sam) x Dean 
Rating: 18+
Warnings: Non-Con/Rape, Magical Paralysation
Tags: Gadreel and Ezekiel are the same person, Dean doesn’t know it’s not Zeke, insecure Sammy, bottom!Sam/top!Dean, top!Gadreel/bottom!Dean, heavenly grace lube, paralysation
Word Count: 1,528

A/N: Unbeta’d, just churning out some stuff to finish SPN Kink Bingo in time 😅 Hope y’all like it though!

Sam was getting seriously annoyed at Dean treating him like he’s made of glass. The whole ‘let me protect you, let me take care of you’ spiel was old at this point. Sam felt far better than he had a few weeks ago when they’d first returned to the Bunker. He knew he still wasn’t completely healed, he wasn’t stupid, and he was taking it easy every time they had a break between cases, just like Dean wanted. 

After the trials, and the church and the angels, Sam hadn’t exactly been in the mood for a while, and he suspected Dean was the same. There was too much going on and with Sam still healing, sex wasn’t ever going to be the priority, that was fine. But the time between cases was beginning to become unbearably boring the longer Dean refused to touch him. 

Typically, Dean was chomping at the bit to get Sam into bed, and if he was being honest what he missed the most was feeling wanted like that. Dean hadn’t shown the slightest bit of interest in him lately and as much as Sam knew it was because Dean was scared of hurting him or pushing too fast, there was a part of Sam’s brain that feared Dean didn’t actually want him any more. Maybe the trials had tainted him, made him worthless to Dean, at least in that respect. Dean didn’t even sleep with him as often anymore, spending more and more nights in his own bed the more confident he was that Sam was on the mend, and wouldn’t need him for anything in the middle of the night. 
Sam needed some reassurance. He needed to know that he hadn’t done something wrong, or something that had made Dean stop wanting him. And to be honest, he needed some dick, too. It had been fucking ages.

“Honey, I’m home!” Dean shouted as he slid the heavy iron door shut behind him, clattering down the stairs into the war room. Sam appeared in the doorway, coming to meet him. Dean was glad to see Sam looking a little better today, he had more spark in his eyes, and a bit of colour in his cheeks. 

“Good trip?” Sam asked, leaning against the doorframe casually. 

“Fine,” Dean shrugged. It hadn’t been that exciting, just a run for gas and groceries. “I got you that gross lettuce you like,” Dean shook the plastic bag holding the offending vegetable toward Sam. 

“Kale?” he smirked, reaching out to grab the bag and checking inside. Dean rolled his eyes to demonstrate his lack of care for the stuff, but he couldn’t hold back a small smile, seeing he’d done something to make Sam happy. 

“Thank you,” Sam smiled, putting the bag down with the others Dean had tossed onto the map table. Trapping Dean against the furniture, he leaned down and gave him a small peck on the lips. Dean felt himself blushing, still always uncomfortable with the easy affection Sam gave him in their relationship. It never felt like he deserved it. 

“Welcome,” Dean shrugged, and Sam smiled and kissed him again. 

The small ‘thank you’ kiss lasted more than a couple seconds this time, and after a moment Dean felt Sam’s tongue slip out of his mouth and trace lightly at the seam of his lips. He let it happen, reaching a hand up to hold the side of Sam’s neck as their kiss deepened. After a minute Dean pulled away, and Sam made a small noise of discontent as their mouths separated with a wet smack of lips. 

“C’mon Dean,” Sam tried to coax him. He pressed in closer, hips trapping Dean’s own against the table, and Dean could feel the stirrings of Sam’s arousal scraping against his crotch. 

“Sam,” Dean warned, shaking his head, but Sam didn’t accept it so easily this time. 

“I’m fine, Dean,” he insisted, hands coming up to cup around Dean’s neck. “It’s really sweet that you’re worried, but you’ve taken great care of me Dean. And I miss you.” Sam punctuated his last statement with another grind of his hips, and Dean could feel how much Sam had been missing him. 

It wasn’t like Dean didn’t want to, but there was something Sam didn’t know that really complicated the proceedings. Sam wasn’t exactly alone. And as much as Dean could usually ignore the fact that Ezekiel was still riding shotgun in his baby brother, he didn’t think he could have sex with such a close up audience. He wouldn’t be able to keep his mind off the idea that he wasn’t just fucking Sam, he would also be fucking an angel of the lord up his ass. Dean just couldn’t face up to that. 

“Sammy, I don’t–mph!” Dean’s protest was interrupted by another rough kiss as Sam tried to tackle him back onto the table. 

“Please,” Sam groaned, hips twitching between Dean’s legs, rubbing his hard-on over Dean’s distinctly uninterested cock. “What’s wrong? Am I not good enough for you anymore?” 

Sam’s words pierced Dean’s chest, letting the air straight out of his lungs. He couldn’t have Sam thinking that was the reason. 

“No, baby, of course not,” Dean tried to reassure him, but he was at a loss for how to explain away the situation. “Zeke!” he called out, panicking, and in a flash of blue-white light Sam was off of him, standing tall and rigid. 

“Dean,” Ezekiel nodded down at him, and Dean let out a shaky sigh of relief. 

“You gotta do something about Sam’s libido, man,” Dean begged, embarrassed. 

“What is wrong with it?” Zeke asked rhythmically. “It seems healthy for a man of his age, based on my knowledge of humans.” 

“Well it’s a little too healthy,” Dean scoffed, running his hands over his face in frustration. “Look, I’m not gonna have sex with Sam while you’re on board that would just be… I just can’t,” he shuddered. “So could you just, I don’t know, cut off the sexy hormones for now until you’re finished in there?” 

“You wish me to take away Sam’s sex drive?” the angel clarified, with a raised brow. 

“Yes,” Dean nodded firmly, confident this would be a good solution to the issue. 

“I have found some of his desires… distracting,” Zeke admitted, as if he was still considering the merits of Dean’s proposal. 

“Exactly, you don’t need Sam’s weird inner porn monologue running on your TV all day. Just hit the off switch for a little while,” Dean shrugged, close to begging. 

“I don’t believe that is the best solution here.” 

“Huh?” Dean raised a brow skeptically. 

“I would prefer to employ an alternative remedy,” Zeke elaborated, but Dean still had no idea what he could mean. “I believe Sam is right.” 

“Huh?” Dean couldn’t believe his ears. “You want me to fuck Sam? To fuck you, too? Because that’s fucked up dude.” 

“No, I don’t want that,” Zeke shook his head, and all of a sudden Dean couldn’t move. His limbs were frozen in place, his breath stuck in his throat. He couldn’t move, couldn’t shout – he was stuck. 

“I’ve always wanted to experience sexual intercourse,” Ezekiel mused, striding closer to Dean’s frozen form. Dean wants to follow him with his eyes but even those won’t move properly, and Ezekiel’s form gets out of focus. “It always looked so lovely when Adam and Eve did it. I would like to know that kind of pleasure.” 

Dean’s consciousness was beating as hard as it could against his physical confinement but nothing would budge. With horror he felt Ezekiel’s hands on him, and a moment later he felt cold, though his body couldn’t shiver in reaction. His clothes had disappeared, he realised when he felt the warmth of Zeke’s touch between his legs. 

He was manhandled into a better position for the angel, face down and bent over the table, arms splayed out to balance him and legs spread wide. Dean was a rag doll, nothing but a fucking warmed up statue, waiting to be violated. His heart rate skyrocketed when he felt fingers at his entrance, followed by a strange liquid warmth. The sensation dripped into him, somehow relaxing his muscles and helping him spread wide despite the fact that there was no physical intrusion to help that along. If it wasn’t fucking rape it would have felt incredible. Even as he thought that, Dean was ashamed to feel his cock twitch into the table beneath him, trying to get hard despite it’s frozen state. 

“Don’t worry,” Dean heard Ezekiel murmur behind him, and he felt the unmistakable push of a cock against his ass. He’d never been fucked, but he’d let Sam grind against him before, let him fantasise about it, Dean knew what his brother’s dick felt like. In one last attempt at fighting he tried to scream but nothing happened. “Sam won’t remember this,” Zeke continued speaking as he began to push in, splitting Dean open more gently than he’d imagined he would. “Though maybe I’ll let him have a look when he’s asleep sometime. It wouldn’t be the first time he’s dreamt about this.”