foreordain:Whose fault was if it all he wanted to do was grab the angel’s reaching hand and take to
foreordain:Whose fault was if it all he wanted to do was grab the angel’s reaching hand and take to the road, not once looking back behind him? His offers were becoming irresistible as time went on, coaxing logic making more sense to Sam than any of his own thoughts. Your brother can look after himself, Sam. He’s a grown man and he has Cas and you need some time on your own to heal. With me. His touch turned Sam to gold and all he could do was stand there, captive to the charm of his lover’s gaze as Gabriel spewed ideas of what they would do once they were free, on the road and not grounded by anything.Opening the windows to let the wind muss their hair, howling loud enough to drown out their laughter.Picking the motel with no logic behind the choice or simply sleeping in the car, crammed into the backseat where Gabriel’s wings would get in the way but Sam wouldn’t mind, wouldn’t mind as long as Gabriel got to be beside him, chest to chest, warmth shared and only the thin barrier of clothes to remind them that there were not a single coexisting being.Stopping by run down diners that have existed since the beginning of time and tipping young waiters and waitresses enough to brighten the rest of their day.Going where no one would know them, only there.Only the two of them, only each other.Only the angel and his hunter and the road beneath them, suspended within the edges of forever with the road stretching beyond the horizon. -- source link
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