Changed for the Better

 

Title: Changed for the Better

Author: storm_rain

Rating: NC-17

Pairing/Characters: girl!Sam/Gabriel, suggested Dean/Castiel

Warnings: Sexy times between two consenting adults. Minor bit of angst in the middle.

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural and do not make a profit from the writing of this story.

Summary: Sam is turned into a female by the faeries. Gabriel takes full advantage, but there’s a small road bump they have to cross first...

Notes: Took the title from the song For Good from the musical Wicked (which I also do not own). The song could be related to Sam and Gabriel’s relationship, and I thought of them while listening to it. I’ve also had this idea for a while now, and felt inspired enough to actually write it down. As per usual, if there are any mistakes please inform me, I am without a beta at this time. The porn is my first het porn, and was more difficult to write than slash (and since I’m a female, that’s rather sad...). Also, despite his female form, I will refer to Sam as ‘he’ for the rest of the story.



In the end, Gabriel really had the faeries to thank. They had, after, all, provided him with Sam’s now female form which was currently writhing underneath him in pleasure.



Sam had naturally been quite upset at first, and looked cute as he freaked out. Then he looked very sexy as he began to explore his new body, running his hands all over. Castiel had looked uncomfortable, and Dean had grimaced and told him to get a room, an invitation Gabriel had never been so fast to take (not before suggesting that he and Cas do the same, to which Dean growled and swiped at him). With a snap of his fingers, he and female Sammy were in one of his fancier hideouts. Sam had squawked at the sudden change of scenery, but couldn’t find it in himself to complain as Gabriel introduced him to the new experience of making out as a woman.



Sam himself (herself?) looked basically the same as before—same eyes, same nose, same bitchface when he had first realized what had happened—only more feminine. And curvy. With legs that went for miles that Gabriel wanted wrapped around him as he pounded Sam into next week.



But first, he wanted a taste of Sam he had never gotten when he was a man. He helped the hunter disrobe, shedding the now ill-fitting, baggy clothing, not stopping to simply snap the garments away because he was too preoccupied touching Sam everywhere he could reach. His hands in particular didn’t stray too far from Sam’s new, full breasts, which he kneaded with his palms and gently but firmly squeezed the nipples, something with Sam really seemed to approve of.



Once Sam was fully de-robed, Gabriel replaced his hands with his mouth, sucking a nipple into his mouth and gently biting down, wringing a small cry out of Sam. The trickster smirked against his skin and began to move further down, trailing kisses and licks as he went, pausing to dip his tongue into Sam’s navel, eliciting another cry. Pleased with his work, he continued down until he was at Sam’s dripping cunt.



He dove right in, first making a long swipe over it with his tongue, and when that got a moan and a squirm, he continued, burying his face in Sam’s pussy and going to town, licking into the folds of flesh and moving up to swirl his tongue around Sam’s now engorged clit. Sam let out a shriek when he lightly scraped it with his teeth.



“Mm,” Gabriel purred, thoroughly enjoying making Sam fall apart. “It’s been a long time since I had some pussy.” This remark had Sam, despite his pleasured state, sitting up and raising his now thin and sculpted eyebrows at the archangel.



“What?”



Gabriel looked up with a bit of a put-out expression on his face, as if he couldn’t believe that Sam wanted to talk now, while he was going down on him. Then again, it was Sam...



“Pussy,” he repeated slowly, as if he were talking to a child. “I haven’t had any pussy in five months, Sam. As much as I enjoy your own...large attributes,” he leered at the hunter, “I have missed the female form.”

Despite this very plain explanation, Sam still appeared flummoxed. Gabriel sighed and rolled his eyes and leaned back when it became obvious that this wasn’t going anywhere until Sam figured this out.

“Have you suddenly lost the ability to comprehend English, Sammy? I am speaking English, right?”



It was possible that he wasn’t. Gabriel had been known to slip into Enochian or Old Norse once in a while when he was really turned on; which he had been, a minute ago, when his face was buried in Sam’s brand new cunt, but his erection was slowly flagging as the prospect of sex seemed farther and farther away from happening.



Sam’s now feminine, full-lipped mouth, which had been moving like a fish out of water, set itself into a hard line for a moment, then opened again when he spoke.



“But, Gabriel, I... you haven’t had sex with a woman since we started all... this?”



He waved his now considerably less bulky but still muscular female arms in the air to signify their relationship, which had been, frankly, fucking like bunnies for the past five months whenever they had a chance, and simply enjoying each other’s company (dare they say, cuddling?) when they were too tired to have sex. Gabriel normally found Sam’s inability to say the word adorable, but he was too busy reeling from the fact that Sam didn’t think he had been faithful since they had, indeed, started boinking. It was his turn to imitate a fish.



“Wha—of course not, Sam! I wouldn’t do that while we’re together!”



Sam’s eyebrows shot towards his new hairline.



“We’re...‘together’?” he repeated dumbly. “We’re not just... fucking?” His face reddened at the word. Still so cute... no, focus, Gabriel!



“I...I thought we were.”

This was...disappointing. All this time he had thought that Sam had known that they were together. Not dating, exactly, but together.



Sam saw the fallen expression on Gabriel’s face and gently reached up a hand to cup his face.



“I... I had hoped that we’d get there one day,” he confessed. “But I didn’t think that we were already. I didn’t think you’d want to be tied down, especially to me.”



Gabriel raised an eyebrow.

“Especially to you?” he repeated, and Sam blushed and took his hand away. He looked down at the bedspread and idly traced the patterns on it as he admitted, “I started the apocalypse, Gabriel. I drank demon blood and slept with a demon, and my blood is still tainted. I didn’t think you’d want to have a long term commitment to someone who’s the reason your family is fighting.”



Gabriel’s gaze softened, and he sighed and shook his head.



“Sammy, you are not tainted. Not in the way that matters, anyway,” he added at Sam’s sound of protest, “You have a good heart and a pure soul, even if it has a few blemishes on it. And you didn’t start the apocalypse alone; Dean broke the first, seal, and the Host, Ruby, and even I drove you to where you were when Lucifer broke free. The reason my family is fighting is because we’re dysfunctional and have phenomenal powers that make our family feuds huge.”



Sam still looked doubtful, so Gabriel leaned forward and pulled the hunter into a kiss that he hoped would tell him everything. He infused all that he felt and reassurance into it. This seemed to work as Sam melted under the kiss and pressed back with more confidence. They both drew back, and Sam smiled slightly.



“So we’re really together...exclusively, then?” he asked. Gabriel rolled his eyes.



“Yes, Sammy, we are.”



“Then...we’re good?” Sam asked tentatively, mouth still red from the kiss. Gabriel smiled and nodded, pressing another kiss to Sam’s lips for good measure.



“We’re good, Sammy. Now do you want to get back to what we were doing?”



Sam laughed and nodded before he was cut off by Gabriel pouncing on him again, pinning him to the bed and proceeding to get him as worked up as he had been before.



As the archangel continued to show off his prowess in licking pussy, Sam couldn’t help it and managed to pant out, “I really don’t want to know how you got so good at this.” Gabriel chuckled, and Sam shuddered, feeling the vibrations in his cunt.



“Probably not, kiddo,” he agreed, and gave his cunt one last lick before straightening and stretching out over Sam, who shuddered at the feel of Gabriel’s patiently hard cock brushing against his cunt.

“You don’t want me to return the favor?” he asked huskily, leaning in for a kiss. Gabriel shook his head and obliged him, sliding his tongue into Sam’s mouth, allowing him to taste his own juices. This made Sam moan into his mouth and stretch his own tongue out to get more of a taste. They separated with a wet smacking sound.



“I can’t hold out that long, Sam. Maybe later?”

“Fine by me,” Sam agreed, and paused as his breath hitched when Gabriel slowly began to slide in. It wasn’t long before the angel reached a barrier, to which he cursed.



“Dammit, I was hoping this wouldn’t happen. It looks like you’re a virgin in this body, Sammy,” Gabriel reported grimly. “I don’t want to hurt you, but—”



“Do it,” Sam urged him on, and wrapped his long legs around Gabriel’s waist, just like he had been wanting. “I wanna feel you like this.”



Gabriel let out a broken moan and rested his forehead against Sam’s as he withdrew. Then, with a swift snap of his hips, he thrust forward and through the thin fleshy barrier. Sam tensed in pain, but used his years of hunting and enduring pain to relax and breathe through it. Gabriel remained over him, shaking slightly with the effort it took not to move. Sam felt so good—he always did, but now he felt warm, wet, like his cock was enveloped in a made to fit slippery glove that was squeezing him in all the best ways.



“Are...you okay, Sam?”

He asked tightly, gritting his teeth. Sam shifted under him, causing Gabriel’s cock to shift and the angel to let out a moan. After a few tense seconds, the brunette nodded and tightened his legs’ hold around Gabriel’s waist, drawing him in even further. He slid in all the way and gasped.



“Fuck, Sam, you feel so—” he broke off and smirked at him. “I’ve had virgins before, but damn, Sam...” This elicited an angry growl that sounded considerably less threatening in a female voice than a male one from Sam, and Gabriel wheezed as he deliberately tightened his inner muscles around him and shifted again.



“No more ex stories, got it,” he gasped, and fixed Sam with a mischievous grin. “I take it that you’re ready to go?”



“Gabriel, if you don’t fuck me into this mattress I am going to flip us over and ride you into next week!” Sam threatened. Well, Gabriel couldn’t argue with that.



He withdrew slowly and thrust back in hard, bringing whimpers to Sam’s lips which he would later deny and blush about, but Gabriel savored. He began a hard, fast rhythm of thrusting that, once he got the feel of this new fucking, Sam began to match, raising his hips to meet Gabriel’s inward thrusts.



“Catching on fast, Sammy,” Gabriel panted and let out a shout at a particularly filthy roll of Sam’s widened hips. Sam huffed in agreement and squeezed his inner muscles again. Gabriel ground his teeth together.



“Sam, if you keep doing that, this is going to be over far too soon,” he warned the hunter. Sam’s response was a take-off of his normal sultry expression in bed that somehow worked on his new female face.



“Since when is your stamina a problem, Gabriel?” Sam teased him. Gabriel growled and tugged a long leg over his shoulder, causing him to be lodged even further in Sam. Sam cried out and fisted his now dainty hands in the sheets.



Gabriel leaned down and pulled a nipple into his mouth as he continued to thrust. Sam “ah”-ed and arched his back. Gabriel pulled back again and simply watched Sam’s tits bounce.



“Damn, those faeries did a good job,” he breathed, bringing up the hand that wasn’t wrapped around the leg over his shoulder to fondle a breast. “Your tits are fantastic.”



Sam groaned and pulled Gabriel further in with the leg around his waist, drawing him deeper inside him and pulling more groans from both of them.



“Shut up and fuck me harder,” he demanded and had to throw out an arm in back of him to keep himself from hitting the headboard too hard as Gabriel thrust in particularly hard. “Yeaaah,” he growled, and pulled Gabriel down for a kiss that ended up being more of a sloppy licking of each other’s mouths, but was stimulating nonetheless. Then Gabriel shifted his hips to thrust in at a new angle and Sam had to draw back to gasp into his mouth.



“Ah, right there!” he panted, and let out a cry when Gabriel did so and began to thrust hard at that particular spot.



“Just like finding your prostate, huh Sammy?” Gabriel panted. Sam managed a nod before the warmth curling in his lower stomach, so similar yet not to what he felt as a male, began to build up even more.





“Gabriel, I’m getting close,” he warned the archangel. Gabriel’s response was to reach down and rub Sam’s clit in a hard, circular motion, and pinch a nipple at the same time. That did it.



“Gabriel,” Sam keened, and his inner muscles tightened and spasmed as he came, soaking the archangel in his juices. Gabriel made a noise like he had had the wind knocked out of him and shouted, “Sam!” before following him into orgasm, groaning as Sam’s cunt milked his cock, drawing every last bit of cum out of him.



The two of them lay there for a while, basking in the glow of a monumental orgasm, and soaking up the contentment and peace neither had occasion to feel very often. But eventually the sweat and other bodily fluids became sticky on their skin, and Gabriel snapped, cleaning them off and drawing them under the now clean covers and sheets.



Sam rolled over on his side, squirming uncomfortably at the unusual feeling of breasts weighing him down, and peered at Gabriel.



“So, that was awesome, but is there a way to change me back? I kind of miss my dick.”



Gabriel smirked and gently flicked Sam’s nipple. Sam bitchfaced at him (it seriously looked the same!) and batted his hand away.



“Yeah, there is, Sammy. But maybe a little longer in this body wouldn’t hurt, would it?”



Gabriel’s golden eyes promised filthy things, and Sam swallowed hard, suddenly not so tired anymore.



“Y-yeah, couldn’t hurt,” he managed before Gabriel pounced on him again. Needless to say, they had to change the covers and sheets again...multiple times.



Yeah, Sam could get used to being a female if this was how Gabriel responded.



And he really needed to send those faeries a gift basket.



The End