Mate, 6 of 10
Title: Mate, 6 of 10
Third Part of: Abe Verse
Author: ameonna1
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Gabriel/Sam, Castiel/Dean
Word Count: 500
Things to Know: AU, language, violence, demon stuff.
Summary: Sam’s dealt with his problems fine on his own. He just can’t seem to make Gabriel understand that.
Sam wakes up the next morning to the sound of the coffee pot and Castiel standing over them. He blinks for a bit because okay, that’s a little weird. But then Gabriel shifts and drags his wings up the entire length of Sam’s body and Sam shudders at the flare of bliss and contentment that accompanies it.
Gabriel lifts his head and glares at his brother.
Finally Castiel crosses his arms over his chest and says, “You are never allowed to complain about me and Dean ever again.”
Gabriel lets out a long groan. “Fair enough.”
Castiel pads into the kitchen as Gabriel asks Sam a million questions as he helps him sit up. Sam is more focused on the throbbing pain that is his shoulder. That combined with the motion of the air mattress is making him kind of nauseous.
“Are you going to throw up?” Gabriel frowns.
“Don’t say ‘throw up’.” Sam mutters.
“Throw up!”
Oh fuck his brother. Sam closes his eyes and tries to not think about the rolling motion in his stomach.
“I hate you,” Sam grits out.
But then there’s a rattling noise and when he looks up Dean has Abdiel under one arm and is shaking a bottle of pills at Sam with the other. “I’ve got a shit ton of vicodin that says you don’t.”
“I take it back, I love you.” Sam says as Dean tosses the bottle into his lap.
Abdiel squeals and makes grabbing motions as Sam picks up the bottle. Sam watches his brother roll his eyes and shift the baby so he’s settled on his hip.
“No, you cannot have vicodin. You can have a bottle, unless Cas wants to repeat the oatmeal adventure.”
Which is when Castiel reappears with a bottle and an, “Absolutely not.”
Dean grins at him and Sam swallows. His brother looks good. If Sam wasn’t sure he’d get his ass kicked he’d say he was glowing. He doesn’t look... The last vision Sam has of his brother, terrified, fades around the edges.
And now they’re all looking at him. Despite himself he blushes, “Are you all just going to stare at me all day?”
“You’re the most excitement we’ve had all week.” Dean smiles, before he inclines his head, “So what happened princess? I answer the phone and hear this blubbering about a wendigo, then Gabe brings you back all shit kicked. You’re supposed to have a partner on a wendigo hunt. Them’s the rules.”
“I... um...” He doesn’t want to tell Dean about the other Hunter’s. It would be like fifth grade all over again. “I didn’t do my research, thought I was dealing with a shape-shifter.”
“You. Didn’t do your research?”
Fuck.
“It was my fault.” Gabriel blurts, “We had an earlier altercation and I’m afraid it may have emotionally compromised Sam.”
“That was with Sam? The way you put it, it sounded like some stupid lover’s spat...” A moment passes before Dean’s eyes widen, “Oh hell no!”
Part Seven
Third Part of: Abe Verse
Author: ameonna1
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Gabriel/Sam, Castiel/Dean
Word Count: 500
Things to Know: AU, language, violence, demon stuff.
Summary: Sam’s dealt with his problems fine on his own. He just can’t seem to make Gabriel understand that.
Sam wakes up the next morning to the sound of the coffee pot and Castiel standing over them. He blinks for a bit because okay, that’s a little weird. But then Gabriel shifts and drags his wings up the entire length of Sam’s body and Sam shudders at the flare of bliss and contentment that accompanies it.
Gabriel lifts his head and glares at his brother.
Finally Castiel crosses his arms over his chest and says, “You are never allowed to complain about me and Dean ever again.”
Gabriel lets out a long groan. “Fair enough.”
Castiel pads into the kitchen as Gabriel asks Sam a million questions as he helps him sit up. Sam is more focused on the throbbing pain that is his shoulder. That combined with the motion of the air mattress is making him kind of nauseous.
“Are you going to throw up?” Gabriel frowns.
“Don’t say ‘throw up’.” Sam mutters.
“Throw up!”
Oh fuck his brother. Sam closes his eyes and tries to not think about the rolling motion in his stomach.
“I hate you,” Sam grits out.
But then there’s a rattling noise and when he looks up Dean has Abdiel under one arm and is shaking a bottle of pills at Sam with the other. “I’ve got a shit ton of vicodin that says you don’t.”
“I take it back, I love you.” Sam says as Dean tosses the bottle into his lap.
Abdiel squeals and makes grabbing motions as Sam picks up the bottle. Sam watches his brother roll his eyes and shift the baby so he’s settled on his hip.
“No, you cannot have vicodin. You can have a bottle, unless Cas wants to repeat the oatmeal adventure.”
Which is when Castiel reappears with a bottle and an, “Absolutely not.”
Dean grins at him and Sam swallows. His brother looks good. If Sam wasn’t sure he’d get his ass kicked he’d say he was glowing. He doesn’t look... The last vision Sam has of his brother, terrified, fades around the edges.
And now they’re all looking at him. Despite himself he blushes, “Are you all just going to stare at me all day?”
“You’re the most excitement we’ve had all week.” Dean smiles, before he inclines his head, “So what happened princess? I answer the phone and hear this blubbering about a wendigo, then Gabe brings you back all shit kicked. You’re supposed to have a partner on a wendigo hunt. Them’s the rules.”
“I... um...” He doesn’t want to tell Dean about the other Hunter’s. It would be like fifth grade all over again. “I didn’t do my research, thought I was dealing with a shape-shifter.”
“You. Didn’t do your research?”
Fuck.
“It was my fault.” Gabriel blurts, “We had an earlier altercation and I’m afraid it may have emotionally compromised Sam.”
“That was with Sam? The way you put it, it sounded like some stupid lover’s spat...” A moment passes before Dean’s eyes widen, “Oh hell no!”
Part Seven