The secret is communication
Sam/Gabe, fluffy drabble. Gabriel gives Sam a history lesson.
The motel room was like any other. Dean had gone out for a drive. Rain splattered against the window as Sam and Gabriel reclined on the couch together, trying to think of ways to kill time.
“Gabriel?”
“Yeah?” Gabriel had a few ideas about how to kill time, and most of them began with him pressing his lips up against the back of Sam’s neck like he was doing.
“Do you have kids?”
“What?” Gabriel pulled back, blinking at him. “Where’d that come from?”
“Well, it’s just… I don’t know much about your life, except that you spent all that time as Loki and, in the myths, Loki has kids.”
“Oh.” Gabriel shrugged, pressing his lips back against Sam’s neck. “Them. They’re not really mine. Kind of… foster kids. And pets. The myths dragged everything way out of proportion.”
“But, you didn’t…” Sam moved away, so he could look Gabriel in the eye. “You didn’t think to tell me that?”
“What?” The archangel looked a little annoyed that Sam was so adamant about being serious. “We weren’t that close. Most of them have been dead for the last few centuries anyway. You don’t talk about your dad.”
“But the myths about Loki…”
“The myths are wrong.” Gabriel’s voice was measured calm, but his eyes flashed in such a way that suggested Sam should really calm down. “You building your opinion of me on those myths would be the same as… I don’t know; the same as me thinking everything they write about you on those fan sites is true.”
“No. It’s not the same, Gabriel.”
“I think it is.” There was a click, and Gabriel had manifested himself a laptop. Sam was worried, as Gabriel started browsing something, but not dissuaded.
“It’s not, because…”
“Did you ever sleep with Lucifer?”
“Ew, no!”
“And I never married a frost giant. We were best friends though, and I did help her raise her kids. Have you and I ever had a three way with Jess or any of the other angels?”
“… the hell? No.”
“And I never gave birth to an eight legged foal. I did create one, though, in a more conventional, trickster way, and gave him away to Odin. Have you ever slept with Dean?”
“Ew, Gabriel! What the hell?”
“I’ll take that was a no. I never fathered children who were fire sprites, sea serpents, wolves, or mystical waif-like goddesses of death. I was friendly with their mothers, and I did help raise them, but I was at most a step-Dad, and the surviving children don’t talk to me. Don’t you think, in all our time together, if I had a second family or something, I would have told you?”
Sam went to respond, but stared at the floor. Gabriel pulled him closer, much too enamoured to hold a grudge.
“You want to talk about things that aren’t true; we should talk about the Giza pyramids. Did you know…” And, wrapping his arms around his lover, Gabriel recounted tales of History as he had seen them happen; telling Sam exactly what the text-books had gotten wrong. This was why Sam loved Gabriel, he thought. The guy was like a walking encyclopaedia, with a cute ass and a smart attitude. He could tell exactly what Sam wanted to know. He had no problems sharing about his life, but he did require a prompt that Sam would be interested.
And this, Gabriel thought as he chatted away, was why he loved Sam. It had been so long since someone, anyone, wanted listen to him.
The motel room was like any other. Dean had gone out for a drive. Rain splattered against the window as Sam and Gabriel reclined on the couch together, trying to think of ways to kill time.
“Gabriel?”
“Yeah?” Gabriel had a few ideas about how to kill time, and most of them began with him pressing his lips up against the back of Sam’s neck like he was doing.
“Do you have kids?”
“What?” Gabriel pulled back, blinking at him. “Where’d that come from?”
“Well, it’s just… I don’t know much about your life, except that you spent all that time as Loki and, in the myths, Loki has kids.”
“Oh.” Gabriel shrugged, pressing his lips back against Sam’s neck. “Them. They’re not really mine. Kind of… foster kids. And pets. The myths dragged everything way out of proportion.”
“But, you didn’t…” Sam moved away, so he could look Gabriel in the eye. “You didn’t think to tell me that?”
“What?” The archangel looked a little annoyed that Sam was so adamant about being serious. “We weren’t that close. Most of them have been dead for the last few centuries anyway. You don’t talk about your dad.”
“But the myths about Loki…”
“The myths are wrong.” Gabriel’s voice was measured calm, but his eyes flashed in such a way that suggested Sam should really calm down. “You building your opinion of me on those myths would be the same as… I don’t know; the same as me thinking everything they write about you on those fan sites is true.”
“No. It’s not the same, Gabriel.”
“I think it is.” There was a click, and Gabriel had manifested himself a laptop. Sam was worried, as Gabriel started browsing something, but not dissuaded.
“It’s not, because…”
“Did you ever sleep with Lucifer?”
“Ew, no!”
“And I never married a frost giant. We were best friends though, and I did help her raise her kids. Have you and I ever had a three way with Jess or any of the other angels?”
“… the hell? No.”
“And I never gave birth to an eight legged foal. I did create one, though, in a more conventional, trickster way, and gave him away to Odin. Have you ever slept with Dean?”
“Ew, Gabriel! What the hell?”
“I’ll take that was a no. I never fathered children who were fire sprites, sea serpents, wolves, or mystical waif-like goddesses of death. I was friendly with their mothers, and I did help raise them, but I was at most a step-Dad, and the surviving children don’t talk to me. Don’t you think, in all our time together, if I had a second family or something, I would have told you?”
Sam went to respond, but stared at the floor. Gabriel pulled him closer, much too enamoured to hold a grudge.
“You want to talk about things that aren’t true; we should talk about the Giza pyramids. Did you know…” And, wrapping his arms around his lover, Gabriel recounted tales of History as he had seen them happen; telling Sam exactly what the text-books had gotten wrong. This was why Sam loved Gabriel, he thought. The guy was like a walking encyclopaedia, with a cute ass and a smart attitude. He could tell exactly what Sam wanted to know. He had no problems sharing about his life, but he did require a prompt that Sam would be interested.
And this, Gabriel thought as he chatted away, was why he loved Sam. It had been so long since someone, anyone, wanted listen to him.