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Sunday had a similar start, with Gabriel making breakfast for the both of them while they chatted. By mid-day they decided to try a scene. Gabriel went about making lunch, while Sam was left in the living room, kneeling on a pillow, waiting for instructions. When he returned, Gabriel turned on a TV show and watched it while feeding Sam with his fingers. It was more praise and pampering for Sam that ended with Sam receiving the best blowjob of his life.
Laying on the couch together in the late afternoon, Sam looked up at Gabriel.
“It’s getting close to time for me to leave, yeah?”
Gabriel sighed, “Yeah kiddo.” He looked down at Sam’s body stretched out over the sectional couch. “What about having frequent sleepovers like this in the future?” He asked.
“I’d like that.” Sam grinned up at Gabriel, dimples brightening his smile.
“So, you and me kiddo. A proper D/s couple.” Gabriel smiled broadly, “I think it is time for me to show off my new pet.”
Sam raised an eyebrow. “More pet play?”
“Unless you don’t want to. We can just go and celebrate.”
Sam considered his options. “I think just having a casual drink at the club would be enough for me, I have work tomorrow, unfortunately.”
“Gotcha, no late night.” Gabriel winked, “Grab yer shit, kiddo, let’s go have a drink.”
***
Walking into the Cage as an equal with Gabriel was a novel experience. He felt reborn, the past weekend having been cathartic in a small way. What’s more, he knew it was just the beginning and he couldn’t wait for more.
Benny was working at the bar and approached them as they sat together on a corner.
“Howdy sir, brother. What’ll it be?” Benny smiled at the both of them.
“Whiskey.” Gabriel ordered with Sam echoing the order. Nodding, Benny set off to fill the drinks order while Sam looked around. He felt like he found a home, a place where he belonged.
“Sam!” Turning as Benny was setting drinks in front of them, Sam caught sight of Charlie making her way over to them. Wearing some sort of female barbarian outfit, Charlie bounded through the club towards them. However, the look on her face was concerning.
“Charlie. What is it?” Sam turned and faced her completely.
“Dean… panicked the other night when you didn’t come home.” She worried her bottom lip.
“Yeah?” Sam asked, trying to play it cool but felt his stomach drop.
“I tried texting you.” Charlie said, her stance was self-conscious. Pulling his phone out Sam saw that it was dead.
“Shit.”
“He showed up here last night looking for you.”
“He what?”
“SAM!”
Sam, Gabriel, Charlie and Benny all turned their heads towards the door. Dean stood just inside the door, hand of a bouncer on his chest, keeping him from entering, looking wild, like he was about to rip the head off the bouncer.
“Shit, shit, shit.” Sam whispered, running a hand through his hair.
Walking over calmly, Gabriel approached the two men and talked with the bouncer and Dean for a moment. All the while Dean kept his eyes on his brother. It unnerved Sam.
Walking Dean over to the bar, Gabriel stopped once and spoke with him. This time Dean’s eyes fell to the smaller man. While there was a scowl across his face, he didn’t punch Dean. To Sam that was a victory. Turning back towards the bar Gabriel sat next to Sam and gave up his original seat to Dean.
“Whatcha drinking there, brother?” Benny asked hoping to defuse the situation right off the bat.
“Beer.” Dean ordered, keeping his eyes on Sam. When Dean didn’t elaborate Benny shrugged and went to grab one for him. “What. The. Hell. Samuel. I have been trying to get a hold of you all weekend, I thought I told you you weren’t coming… here?”
“I didn’t-“
“Then I have to hear it from Charlie that you were coming here tonight. From CHARLIE!”
“Hey!” Charlie stepped forward, “Right here, ass.”
Dean turned and glanced at Charlie before pulling a double take at her outfit. “You work here or something?” He asked, his face twisted in a judging reaction.
“Or something.” She crossed her arms.
“Nevermind,” He held up a hand to her, thanking Benny as he took he drink from him, taking a swig before confronting his brother. “So, Sammy… This the new Ruby?” He stared at Gabriel.
“Actually my name is Gabriel. Which you know from a few minutes ago when I introduced myself.” Gabriel snarked back, “Sam and I were talking this past weekend of getting together with you for you and I to meet. Over dinner, for example.”
“We’ve met. Moving on.” Dean turned his gaze on his brother, “Sam?”
“I told you what I was doing. Charlie had Gabriel’s contact information and address, everything we did was consensual, this is the first alcohol I’ve had all weekend!” Sam held up his glass, “This is NOT Ruby.”
Charlie and Benny shared a glance.
“Dean…”
“Look here, I know you’re an adult or whatever but it doesn’t mean that you make the best decisions.”
“But they’re my decisions to make, Dean! If I fall then I’ll get back up again.”
“How can you be so simpleminded to think that something like this,” Dean indicated the club, “is healthy for you?”
“Now wait one minute here Dean Johnathan Winchester,” Charlie stepped forward, “I’ve been in the lifestyle since I was 16 years old and I am just fine. Gabriel is a great Dominant and would never hurt Sam and if he did, you damn well better know that I will be there to beat his ass,” Charlie looked at Gabriel and winked, “And not in the sexy way.”
“Christ…” Dean whined.
“Oh don’t give me that attitude Dean.” Charlie crowded his personal space, “Drop trau.”
“Excuse me?” Dean’s eyes widened in confusion.
“You heard me, Take. Off. Your. Pants. Now.” She hissed.
Blinking in confusion and fear of the angry redhead, Dean looked around quickly before he followed her instructions, dropping his jeans to his ankles.
He stood in a pair of lavender satin panties with lace trim.
Sam blinked in shock, Gabriel smiled while Benny went a step further and smirked at Dean, leaning across the bar.
“Very nice, brother.”
“Pull them up.” Charlie ordered before turning back to the bar, “Point is, Winchester, that if this is your brother’s version of panties, it’s his decision. Not yours.”
Dean moved slowly, unsure of how to react was clear across his face. Sam knew this could go either really good or really badly.
“Dean,” Gabriel slid from the barstool, “What if you and I had a talk, you could ask me anything that you want about anything. I promise it will stay between you and I.”
Dean looked up as he sat back on the stool, buckling his belt.
“Yeah, okay.” His cheeks were red, eyes were downcast and he sat as if he had been chided.
“Dean, no one is judging you, “Charlie place a hand on his back, “And we know you are just trying to protect Sam but… there comes a time when you need to let go. If Sam needs you, you know he’ll come running.”
Dean looked from Charlie to Sam, who was nodding vigorously. Charlie smiled softly before patting his back.
“Now that we know each other’s secret, let’s never speak about this again.” She grinned widely.
“Agreed.” He huffed. He looked up at her and offered a small smile. Charlie threw her arms around Dean and hugged him tightly.
“Okay, weird hugging you in fetish gear as well.” She pulled back, “Gotta go, Jo’s on the rack tonight!” She squealed before running off.
“I don’t think I want to know.” Dean’s eyes followed after Charlie, catching the sight of a blond tied to a table, naked and writhing. “Wait, is that chick naked?” Dean looked to the men before looking back at the blond, “Wow. Usually you have to pay top dollar for a show like- Holy Hell!”
Charlie had spread Jo’s legs open and was dipping between them, teasing the blond who was arching off the table.
“Looks like Jo will be taking a three hour lunch tonight.” Benny commentated.
“She works here?” Dean turned to face the bartender.
“We not only work for the Cage but we are clients too.” Benny winked at Dean.
“My mind is totally blown here.” Dean muttered.
“Play your cards right and you can have more than your mind blown, brother.” Benny smirked, walking away to help another patron, eyes lingering on Dean.
Dean straightened up and Sam couldn’t tell if he was interested or on the defense.
“Okay, before you’re pulled apart by these savages, let’s chat Dean-o. Sammykins, You’re good?” Gabriel slid from his stool and turned to look at Sam, his back to Dean.
“Yeah, I’ll hang here with Benny.” He nodded.
“If you need anything, I’ll be in the room.” Gabriel kissed Sam’s hand before turning to Dean and taking him by the arm, walking through the club together.
“He gone?” Benny asked returning to Sam.
“No, Gabriel took him to the room to chat, set things straight, give Dean the opportunity to ask questions.”
“You two aren’t sharking Gabe, are ya?”
Sam spat his whiskey at Benny accidentally.
“No, a world of no. Not into … Dean.” Sam made a gagging face, “You do know we are brothers, right?”
“Hey, to each their own. Safe, Sane and Consensual, remember?”
Shaking his head, Sam looked at Benny, “Why do you ask about… Dean, you actually interested in him?”
“If he’s available. Not into drama.”
“He is.” Sam smiled.
“Good.” Benny straightened up, “Send him my way, will ya?”
“Of course, Benny.”
“Let me know if you need anything.” Benny wandered to the other side of the bar.
Looking around Sam nodded to himself. Dean may not 100% accept or understand what Sam saw in this kind of life but they would work through it. Surprisingly he had a good support system in the lifestyle, it made him feel more confident about his decision. He knew that they would call him out on any bullshit or bad behavior, he relaxed in that idea even more.
Looking across the club, opposite of Charlie’s stage, Sam spied Jess and Balthazar, dressed as a nurse and doctor, respectively. Waving at them as they began making their way through the tables towards him. He now had friends that understood him better than anyone before. Smiling at his friends, Sam knew that it may not be all roses but it would all work out in the end.
Nodding again as he looked around, thinking, ‘Screw the roses, give me the thorns.’