I am what I am (Gabriella/Sam, Dean/Castiel)
I am what I am.
Genre: crack/humor, romance, WIP.
Words for this part: 508.
Pairings: Dean/Castiel, femme!Sam/Gabriella (mainly). Other pairings.
Summary: Life’s sometimes hard and then… we don’t even die soon enough. Or that’s what Gabriella thinks sometimes. Cas, however, finally gets the appeals on sessile living or the Love Actually setting for a Supernatural fic.
Castiel’s POV.
“…And however hard he had to look at the siloutte he still knew who that person was, only Balthazar had such attire and manners”
Not just one but three times now he had to make a ball of paper with everything he had written on his sheets from the novel he had been writing, one because he had spelled his main character “Bill” as “Balthazar” and twice because he had described him as a quiet man that enjoyed his coffe rather than that rubbish number of plants he thought Alan was fond off. The thing is Bill wasn’t shy (he was loud) and Castiel needed to let the fuck go, or so Gabriella always said. He still had to get around those feelings he had about Balthazar, all of them related to his anger mainly because at this point nothing else seemed better than sitting in front of the fireplace in the middle of a small town with the man that keeps the house clean and likes to listen to him while he writes using his typewriter.
Dean seems so warm sometimes that he can not resist the need to bask on his warm, even without touching him or having him close. He’s like that solar system he has needed ever since Balthazar’s dead so when Dean asks “Who uses typewriters anymore though?” he only nods and lets him talk about how Sammy shouldn’t have married that lawyer Crowley and how he still thought Sammy liked men as much as he liked eating salad.
Christmas was going to be better, he had chocolate, Dean and a sheet full of words of cryme and mistery. Life is good, he thought, as he grabbed one slice of apple pie that Dean was offering him, he wasn’t alone anymore.
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We were pretty close, right? Sam asked as Gabriella stared at her. To which she only got a nod and an awkward gesture from Gabriella, she didn’t seemed comfortable around her. Not now, not ever. She was pretty sure it was because she might look swallow to a woman that was into science and art. Now though, she had to think this over because of her wedding video.
Well, that was something else.
Apparently Gabriella had taken upon her recording everything as a tribute to her from that day. The video featured Sam dancing and twirling on her white wedding dress, Balthazar smiling brightly from a corner but mostly it was all Sam’s face and movements, her expressions captured showing grace and love. She actually looked like a gracefull swan, swirling over the water-like floor.
God, she was starting to sound like Dean’s boss. Maybe she did had some big hidden issues. And her desire to keep talking to this woman, even though she clearly disliked her was a prove, that’s what she thought on the past.
Now, with Gabriella quietly staring at her and then storming out she knows she got the message wrong all the time. Apparently, Gabriella Milton likes her, and now Sam’s world is upside down.