Challenge #26b: We Need More Cowbell - Part 2
Title: Untitled
Word Count: 255
Rating: PG
Original/Fandom: Supernatural.
Pairings (if any): Sam/Gabriel
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con/etc): None
Summary: Between reaching out to touch and the moment of touching, there is an infinite second.
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Between reaching out to touch and the moment of touching, there is an infinite second. In that one second Gabriel can remember the whole of his existence and everyone he has ever loved seems to briefly stand before him before they leave him again.
His poor, deluded siblings who still wait endlessly for a Father who has forgotten them; brave, clever Sigyn who had known his truth and protected him and dried his bitter tears; fiery Kali who had showed him yet another new world and had laughed with him in giddy joy at the beauty of it, he had loved her truly and she may even have loved him in her turn.
He doesn’t love Sam, not quite. There is resentment here, and admiration, and some fascination. There is instinctive disgust, because Sam is tainted by Hell and had even submitted to the taint and there are times when the stink turns Gabriel’s stomach. There are also other feelings he flinches from acknowledging. There is, as always, the frustrating desire to touch. Love may come if he touches; it’s the one thing that’s held him back.
Even through the distance the stubborn glow of Sam’s humanity has warmed Gabriel’s shivering heart but Gabriel’s tired of rationing himself to morsels when he’s starving. He’s tired of sneaking around like a child who doesn’t want to take his lessons; or a thief at his daily drudgery.
He imagines telling Sam, ‘I think I could love you,’ and there is the freedom of honesty in the words.
Word Count: 255
Rating: PG
Original/Fandom: Supernatural.
Pairings (if any): Sam/Gabriel
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con/etc): None
Summary: Between reaching out to touch and the moment of touching, there is an infinite second.
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Between reaching out to touch and the moment of touching, there is an infinite second. In that one second Gabriel can remember the whole of his existence and everyone he has ever loved seems to briefly stand before him before they leave him again.
His poor, deluded siblings who still wait endlessly for a Father who has forgotten them; brave, clever Sigyn who had known his truth and protected him and dried his bitter tears; fiery Kali who had showed him yet another new world and had laughed with him in giddy joy at the beauty of it, he had loved her truly and she may even have loved him in her turn.
He doesn’t love Sam, not quite. There is resentment here, and admiration, and some fascination. There is instinctive disgust, because Sam is tainted by Hell and had even submitted to the taint and there are times when the stink turns Gabriel’s stomach. There are also other feelings he flinches from acknowledging. There is, as always, the frustrating desire to touch. Love may come if he touches; it’s the one thing that’s held him back.
Even through the distance the stubborn glow of Sam’s humanity has warmed Gabriel’s shivering heart but Gabriel’s tired of rationing himself to morsels when he’s starving. He’s tired of sneaking around like a child who doesn’t want to take his lessons; or a thief at his daily drudgery.
He imagines telling Sam, ‘I think I could love you,’ and there is the freedom of honesty in the words.