Crush (1/1)
Title: Crush
Author: beatlemaniac9
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s): Sam/Gabriel
Warnings: None
Summary: Who knew courting a human would be so hard…
A/N: A Christmas present for deadlynight27. Sorry it took so long, and that there is no sexytimes! The porn muse wasn’t really cooperating with me.
It all started on a Tuesday.
Sam wasn’t sure if it was ironic, or if Gabriel meant it to be that way, but it was kind of annoying. Sure, Dean might appreciate the M&Ms raining in their motel room, but Sam’s laptop was melting the ones that fell onto it. And if that wasn’t enough to piss him off, Gabriel showing up at the door with chocolate roses certainly did the trick.
Dean, more than pleased with this particular situation, actually let him inside.
“Hey, Sammy,” Gabriel sing-songed.
“It’s Sam. And will you knock it off with the candy storm? You’re ruining my laptop.”
Gabriel set the flowers to the table with a sigh, snapping his fingers to end the choc-opolypse. He left without a word.
Sam looked over to the table, seeing that his laptop was perfectly clean.
Spotting the candy roses, carefully placed on the opposite end of the table from his electronics, he kinda felt bad.
***
A week and some change later, they found the archangel sprawled in the forest atop an altar where some witches were set up.
“Oh, hey, Sam,” He smiled, “Dean. I went ahead and put the fear of Gabriel in those amateurs, since I know you guys hate doing it. Wanna go to a bar to celebrate?”
Sam looked at him dumbfoundedly.
“Isn’t that what you two do when you finish a hunt? I’d prefer to head to that little ice cream shop they’ve got on the corner of 4th street, but I don’t wanna mess with your tradition.”
Dean was about to accept (ensuring Dean didn’t have to mess with witches went a long way with him), when Sam cut in.
“Don’t you have more important things to do than go drinking with Dean?”
Gabriel frowned, “Well, I was gonna get you a Shirley temple, since you don’t like ordering them in front of your brother, but whatever.” He hoisted himself off the altar before disappearing once again.
***
Dean slid into his seat across from Sam, taking in his little brother’s bitch face.
“You know he’s doing this because he’s got a crush on you, right?”
Sam snapped his head to face Dean, before replying, “What?!”
“He likes you, dude, so why do you keep shutting him down?”
“What part of pelting us with M&Ms makes you think crush?” Sam abandoned his food in favor of the conversation.
“Well,” Dean stuck a french fry in his mouth, “think about it. He loves chocolate, so why would he give out any if he didn’t want to share? And, he did us both a favor today with those witches. Why else would he be doing this stuff?”
Dean continued to eat as Sam pondered this.
“Maybe he’s making it up to us for Broward County and TV land?”
“Then why would he be focusing on you? He killed me, and let me get shot.”
Sam ate the rest of his meal in silence.
***
Lying in his craptastic motel bed that night, Sam couldn’t get his brain to give it a rest. Dean’s words echoed in his mind like a mantra, overlaying a constant bombardment of images of Gabriel, and all that he’s done recently. It made sense.
Question was, did he care? And if so, how does he feel?
After Jess, it was hard for him to connect again…to put himself on the line, romantically speaking. He didn’t want to be pitied, but he also didn’t want to be pushed when he wasn’t ready for certain things. Sam wasn’t sure that it was something that he’d get from anyone.
Gabriel, though. He might understand. One would think that an archangel, of all beings, would be able to be patient, even if the archangel in question had long ago gone pagan.
Sam sighed, attempting to get his thoughts elsewhere so he could sleep.
***
The next day, Gabriel was waiting for Sam as he left the bar (without Dean, who wanted to see if he could find someone to go home with). Leaning against the trunk of the impala, he straightened a bit when Sam approached.
“So,” Sam sighed, settling next to the archangel.
“So,” Gabriel mimicked.
“I hear that you like me.”
“Did Deano really have to tell you that one?” Gabriel snorted, while Sam tensed.
“It’s not like it would be common place for an archangel to like a human, so I wasn’t looking for it. Meanwhile, Dean’s on constant lookout for someone to get me laid.”
Gabriel smiled, before turning to Sam. “I wasn’t exactly subtle while courting you, Sam, but maybe I should have just asked you out for salads or something.”
That time, it was Sam’s turn to snort. “Probably would have been more meaningful to me than coating my laptop in chocolate.”
“So…” Gabriel tried. “Salads?”
“Yeah, I’d like that.”
With nothing else to discuss, the human and his angel got into the car and headed for the nearest diner.
Author: beatlemaniac9
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s): Sam/Gabriel
Warnings: None
Summary: Who knew courting a human would be so hard…
A/N: A Christmas present for deadlynight27. Sorry it took so long, and that there is no sexytimes! The porn muse wasn’t really cooperating with me.
It all started on a Tuesday.
Sam wasn’t sure if it was ironic, or if Gabriel meant it to be that way, but it was kind of annoying. Sure, Dean might appreciate the M&Ms raining in their motel room, but Sam’s laptop was melting the ones that fell onto it. And if that wasn’t enough to piss him off, Gabriel showing up at the door with chocolate roses certainly did the trick.
Dean, more than pleased with this particular situation, actually let him inside.
“Hey, Sammy,” Gabriel sing-songed.
“It’s Sam. And will you knock it off with the candy storm? You’re ruining my laptop.”
Gabriel set the flowers to the table with a sigh, snapping his fingers to end the choc-opolypse. He left without a word.
Sam looked over to the table, seeing that his laptop was perfectly clean.
Spotting the candy roses, carefully placed on the opposite end of the table from his electronics, he kinda felt bad.
***
A week and some change later, they found the archangel sprawled in the forest atop an altar where some witches were set up.
“Oh, hey, Sam,” He smiled, “Dean. I went ahead and put the fear of Gabriel in those amateurs, since I know you guys hate doing it. Wanna go to a bar to celebrate?”
Sam looked at him dumbfoundedly.
“Isn’t that what you two do when you finish a hunt? I’d prefer to head to that little ice cream shop they’ve got on the corner of 4th street, but I don’t wanna mess with your tradition.”
Dean was about to accept (ensuring Dean didn’t have to mess with witches went a long way with him), when Sam cut in.
“Don’t you have more important things to do than go drinking with Dean?”
Gabriel frowned, “Well, I was gonna get you a Shirley temple, since you don’t like ordering them in front of your brother, but whatever.” He hoisted himself off the altar before disappearing once again.
***
Dean slid into his seat across from Sam, taking in his little brother’s bitch face.
“You know he’s doing this because he’s got a crush on you, right?”
Sam snapped his head to face Dean, before replying, “What?!”
“He likes you, dude, so why do you keep shutting him down?”
“What part of pelting us with M&Ms makes you think crush?” Sam abandoned his food in favor of the conversation.
“Well,” Dean stuck a french fry in his mouth, “think about it. He loves chocolate, so why would he give out any if he didn’t want to share? And, he did us both a favor today with those witches. Why else would he be doing this stuff?”
Dean continued to eat as Sam pondered this.
“Maybe he’s making it up to us for Broward County and TV land?”
“Then why would he be focusing on you? He killed me, and let me get shot.”
Sam ate the rest of his meal in silence.
***
Lying in his craptastic motel bed that night, Sam couldn’t get his brain to give it a rest. Dean’s words echoed in his mind like a mantra, overlaying a constant bombardment of images of Gabriel, and all that he’s done recently. It made sense.
Question was, did he care? And if so, how does he feel?
After Jess, it was hard for him to connect again…to put himself on the line, romantically speaking. He didn’t want to be pitied, but he also didn’t want to be pushed when he wasn’t ready for certain things. Sam wasn’t sure that it was something that he’d get from anyone.
Gabriel, though. He might understand. One would think that an archangel, of all beings, would be able to be patient, even if the archangel in question had long ago gone pagan.
Sam sighed, attempting to get his thoughts elsewhere so he could sleep.
***
The next day, Gabriel was waiting for Sam as he left the bar (without Dean, who wanted to see if he could find someone to go home with). Leaning against the trunk of the impala, he straightened a bit when Sam approached.
“So,” Sam sighed, settling next to the archangel.
“So,” Gabriel mimicked.
“I hear that you like me.”
“Did Deano really have to tell you that one?” Gabriel snorted, while Sam tensed.
“It’s not like it would be common place for an archangel to like a human, so I wasn’t looking for it. Meanwhile, Dean’s on constant lookout for someone to get me laid.”
Gabriel smiled, before turning to Sam. “I wasn’t exactly subtle while courting you, Sam, but maybe I should have just asked you out for salads or something.”
That time, it was Sam’s turn to snort. “Probably would have been more meaningful to me than coating my laptop in chocolate.”
“So…” Gabriel tried. “Salads?”
“Yeah, I’d like that.”
With nothing else to discuss, the human and his angel got into the car and headed for the nearest diner.