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[elinorwise]

“Off.” He pulls at the angel's clothes impatiently. “Take it all off.”
“Yes, Sam.” His clothing disappears in an instant.
Sam's gotta admit, his powers have come in handy on numerous occasions.
Gadreel has tried calling Sam a few names – Sir and Master come to mind. They never stick, though. Sam likes to dominate Gadreel, sure, but having an angel of the fucking Lord calling him, the boy with the demon blood, sir just seems wrong.
So. It's Sam. It's always Sam.

Gadreel's waiting naked on the floor like a good boy and the sight makes Sam groan.
“God damn, you're fucking beautiful.”
“You shouldn't take the Lord's name in vain, Sam Winchester.”
Sam snorts.
“Really, that's your issue? Shouldn't your issue be letting me of all people corrupt you?”
Gadreel blinks owlishly. “It could only be you, Sam."
Sam really doesn't know what to say to that so he says nothing.

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