Fic: Librarians Do It By The Book
Okay I am giving up and posting this thing, because it has taken far too long to write such a goofy little bit of fluff.
Anyway, this is for xarixian, for her very kind beta-ing of an original thing for me back in May. She asked for a Dean/Gabriel ficlet, morganoconner provided the prompt "library", and zekkass gets glasses!Gabriel because I agree with her that it is hot. So blame them.
Title: Librarians Do It By the Book
Fandom: Supernatural
Genre: goofy, fluffy humor, with some snogging
Pairing(s): Dean/Gabriel, Sam/Castiel, implied OT4.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~1500
Notes: See above. In my head this is set in entangled_now's Team Free Love OT4 verse, which occurs in a vaguely AU post-S5. Very fluffy.
Summary: Library shenanigans.
"Can I leave you two alone?" Sam asks dubiously.
"What?" Dean blinks, innocently. "What are you talking about?"
"Can I leave the two of you by yourselves while I go get this book from the reference desk without coming back to find something on fire or otherwise in chaos?"
"Sammy," Gabriel protests. "I'm hurt."
He spreads his hands in a gesture that encompasses the heavy wooden table the three of them are sitting around, piled high with books and laptop bags and a sack of Starburst candy. "Here we are, being studious and responsible apocalypse-averting heroes and there you are accusing us of misbehaving."
Gabriel makes "misbehaving" sound like "murdering puppies." Sam puts his face in his hands. "Remind me why you're here again? I thought you were stuck at one of Cas's heavenly staff meetings all day today."
"Yeah, well, for a guy who loves free will so much, Cas really doesn't like people disagreeing with him."
"You got thrown out."
"I got thrown out." Gabriel does not sound at all put out by this. "So now I'm here to help!"
Sam makes a face that he hopes expresses his feelings on Gabriel's idea of "help", which has so far mostly been in the form of distracting both him and Dean with under-the-table foot groping.
Dean, meanwhile, has been acting like he's weirdly jealous that he's no longer the biggest pain-in-the-ass in Sam's life and he's determined to reclaim the title. "We're all grown-up adult person-shaped things here, Sam, I think we can be trusted not to blow up the nonfiction section while you go hit on a librarian."
"I would feel more confident if I didn't end up apologizing to an authority figure every time I left you two alone somewhere. Except for the times when I just have to explain blatant violations of the laws of time and space."
Gabriel looks smug at that.
"And Dean, don't think I've forgotten that incident in Hoboken. You can't blame all your bad behavior on Gabriel's influence."
Now they both look smug. Sam's plan is backfiring. He's tempted to try to give them a few ground rules -- no yelling, no throwing Starbust, no creating pockets of alternate realities -- but Dean and Gabriel tend to treat those like to-do lists so all Sam says is, "Just sit here and read a book. Quietly. Okay?"
"Hey, I can be intellectual. Just watch." Gabriel snaps his fingers, producing both a huge ornate leatherbound manuscript that looks far too much like the actual Book of Kells for Sam's comfort, and a pair of thin wire-rimmed reading glasses. He settles the glasses on his nose and assumes a studious expression.
"Huh," Dean says thoughtfully. "That's actually kind of hot."
Gabriel tilts his head, giving Dean his best Lauren Bacall come-hither stare over the top of his glasses, eyebrow raised in mocking invitation.
A slow smile spreads across Dean's face.
"No sex in the library," Sam hisses. "I mean it."
Dean rolls his eyes but Sam knows better than to think that means he won't do it. Well, Sam tried his best, and he's not their zookeeper. He sighs. "Just don't get us thrown out."
He glances back at them as he walks away into the maze of bookshelves, but they're both just sitting there reading, Gabriel's glasses sliding down a little on his nose. They don't look up or make any sudden moves that would justify Sam's deep sense of impending disaster.
But he can't think of any excuses to stay, so he goes off to find the book on leprechauns and the mound-dwellers. Damn faeries are abducting people again.
The reference librarian is young and pretty and happily engaged to her girlfriend who runs the children's room, so Sam is treated to a cheerful but quiet monologue on historical Irish wedding traditions while she helps him hunt for his book. Their search takes them back and forth among the stacks, and Sam can't resist looking in on his brother and Gabriel when they pass the little study nook.
While Bridget kneels to check the bottom shelf, muttering about people not putting books back where they find them, Sam sneaks a peek around the corner of the shelving.
The books have been abandoned, as he expected, but all they're doing is playing paper football. Dean's at one end of the table, holding up his fingers as a goalpost, while Gabriel carefully lines up his shot at the other end, bending down to look along the path for the little scrap paper triangle. He's still wearing his glasses, as if they grant him some advantage in tabletop sports.
The shot misses by a mile and Dean celebrates silently but exuberantly. He must have some kind of "no angel cheating" rule in place and Sam is kind of envious that he can apparently get Gabriel to obey it.
Sam ducks back around before they notice him and rejoins Bridget the librarian on the Quest For the Book Someone Misshelved. It's a good thing they aren't actually on a hunt or he'd be pulling his hair out in frustration. They find the book, finally, where it's been put in the sci-fi section for some reason. Sam thanks Bridget for her help and apologizes for not having any recommendations for florists.
He heads back to the Paper Superbowl, but something makes him slow before he turns the corner. Maybe it's too quiet, or maybe he suspects that they get up to subtle and devious things when he's not watching, like cats. There's a gap in the row of books on the shelf separating Sam from their table, and Sam can't resist a quick peek.
Dean is sitting in a chair pushed back from the table, with his back to Sam. Gabriel is sitting on Dean, straddling him on the wooden library chair. They're kissing lazily, like it's Sunday afternoon and there's nothing better to do than sit in the sunshine streaming through the windows and neck like teenagers.
Dean's hands are resting possessively on Gabriel's thighs, while Gabriel has one hand buried in Dean's hair as he kisses him. His other hand is somewhere Sam can't see, but he can guess from the way Dean shifts suddenly and makes a soft, low sound.
Gabriel pulls away for a moment, lifting a finger to his lips in a silent "shhhh". A glint of light off the metal rim of his glasses makes his smirk just that much more wicked as Dean reaches up and pulls him back down into another kiss.
'I told them not to have sex in the library,' Sam sighs to himself.
"What are you looking at?" comes a voice right beside Sam's ear.
"Gah!" Sam jumps, but manages to swallow his yelp of surprise into a weird little snort. He spins around to find Castiel standing about four inches away, brow furrowed like Sam is being deliberately confusing. "Don't do that!"
Cas looks like he's trying to work out what exactly Sam means by 'that', but in the end he gives up and just repeats his question, "What were you looking at?"
Sam can't think of a single non-awkward way to explain what he's doing, then remembers he's talking to Cas and just points him in the right direction. "See for yourself."
Cas actually does. He steps over to the gap in the books and leans forward to look. Sam watches Cas watch Dean and Gabriel for a minute.
"I don't think that's appropriate library behavior," Cas announces, still watching.
Sam sighs. "I don't think 'appropriate' is a familiar concept to either of them."
Cas tilts his head consideringly. "They do both frequently recommend removing the stick from my ass."
"I am familiar with that suggestion," Sam says dryly. Cas turns to look at him, but not with the half-smile Sam was expecting -- it's focused, intense. Hot.
"I'm starting to think they have a point," Cas says, and Sam finds himself being roughly shoved back against a bookcase and kissed soundly. For a brief moment he freezes, his brain unable to do anything but protest that this is a library, but maybe Cas is right about removing the stick so he grabs two fistfuls of Cas's trenchcoat, hauling him closer.
All four of them end up getting thrown out of the library. They don't have the book they came for, but Sam doesn't really mind. The abductions turn out to be aliens anyway.
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Anyway, this is for xarixian, for her very kind beta-ing of an original thing for me back in May. She asked for a Dean/Gabriel ficlet, morganoconner provided the prompt "library", and zekkass gets glasses!Gabriel because I agree with her that it is hot. So blame them.
Title: Librarians Do It By the Book
Fandom: Supernatural
Genre: goofy, fluffy humor, with some snogging
Pairing(s): Dean/Gabriel, Sam/Castiel, implied OT4.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~1500
Notes: See above. In my head this is set in entangled_now's Team Free Love OT4 verse, which occurs in a vaguely AU post-S5. Very fluffy.
Summary: Library shenanigans.
"Can I leave you two alone?" Sam asks dubiously.
"What?" Dean blinks, innocently. "What are you talking about?"
"Can I leave the two of you by yourselves while I go get this book from the reference desk without coming back to find something on fire or otherwise in chaos?"
"Sammy," Gabriel protests. "I'm hurt."
He spreads his hands in a gesture that encompasses the heavy wooden table the three of them are sitting around, piled high with books and laptop bags and a sack of Starburst candy. "Here we are, being studious and responsible apocalypse-averting heroes and there you are accusing us of misbehaving."
Gabriel makes "misbehaving" sound like "murdering puppies." Sam puts his face in his hands. "Remind me why you're here again? I thought you were stuck at one of Cas's heavenly staff meetings all day today."
"Yeah, well, for a guy who loves free will so much, Cas really doesn't like people disagreeing with him."
"You got thrown out."
"I got thrown out." Gabriel does not sound at all put out by this. "So now I'm here to help!"
Sam makes a face that he hopes expresses his feelings on Gabriel's idea of "help", which has so far mostly been in the form of distracting both him and Dean with under-the-table foot groping.
Dean, meanwhile, has been acting like he's weirdly jealous that he's no longer the biggest pain-in-the-ass in Sam's life and he's determined to reclaim the title. "We're all grown-up adult person-shaped things here, Sam, I think we can be trusted not to blow up the nonfiction section while you go hit on a librarian."
"I would feel more confident if I didn't end up apologizing to an authority figure every time I left you two alone somewhere. Except for the times when I just have to explain blatant violations of the laws of time and space."
Gabriel looks smug at that.
"And Dean, don't think I've forgotten that incident in Hoboken. You can't blame all your bad behavior on Gabriel's influence."
Now they both look smug. Sam's plan is backfiring. He's tempted to try to give them a few ground rules -- no yelling, no throwing Starbust, no creating pockets of alternate realities -- but Dean and Gabriel tend to treat those like to-do lists so all Sam says is, "Just sit here and read a book. Quietly. Okay?"
"Hey, I can be intellectual. Just watch." Gabriel snaps his fingers, producing both a huge ornate leatherbound manuscript that looks far too much like the actual Book of Kells for Sam's comfort, and a pair of thin wire-rimmed reading glasses. He settles the glasses on his nose and assumes a studious expression.
"Huh," Dean says thoughtfully. "That's actually kind of hot."
Gabriel tilts his head, giving Dean his best Lauren Bacall come-hither stare over the top of his glasses, eyebrow raised in mocking invitation.
A slow smile spreads across Dean's face.
"No sex in the library," Sam hisses. "I mean it."
Dean rolls his eyes but Sam knows better than to think that means he won't do it. Well, Sam tried his best, and he's not their zookeeper. He sighs. "Just don't get us thrown out."
He glances back at them as he walks away into the maze of bookshelves, but they're both just sitting there reading, Gabriel's glasses sliding down a little on his nose. They don't look up or make any sudden moves that would justify Sam's deep sense of impending disaster.
But he can't think of any excuses to stay, so he goes off to find the book on leprechauns and the mound-dwellers. Damn faeries are abducting people again.
The reference librarian is young and pretty and happily engaged to her girlfriend who runs the children's room, so Sam is treated to a cheerful but quiet monologue on historical Irish wedding traditions while she helps him hunt for his book. Their search takes them back and forth among the stacks, and Sam can't resist looking in on his brother and Gabriel when they pass the little study nook.
While Bridget kneels to check the bottom shelf, muttering about people not putting books back where they find them, Sam sneaks a peek around the corner of the shelving.
The books have been abandoned, as he expected, but all they're doing is playing paper football. Dean's at one end of the table, holding up his fingers as a goalpost, while Gabriel carefully lines up his shot at the other end, bending down to look along the path for the little scrap paper triangle. He's still wearing his glasses, as if they grant him some advantage in tabletop sports.
The shot misses by a mile and Dean celebrates silently but exuberantly. He must have some kind of "no angel cheating" rule in place and Sam is kind of envious that he can apparently get Gabriel to obey it.
Sam ducks back around before they notice him and rejoins Bridget the librarian on the Quest For the Book Someone Misshelved. It's a good thing they aren't actually on a hunt or he'd be pulling his hair out in frustration. They find the book, finally, where it's been put in the sci-fi section for some reason. Sam thanks Bridget for her help and apologizes for not having any recommendations for florists.
He heads back to the Paper Superbowl, but something makes him slow before he turns the corner. Maybe it's too quiet, or maybe he suspects that they get up to subtle and devious things when he's not watching, like cats. There's a gap in the row of books on the shelf separating Sam from their table, and Sam can't resist a quick peek.
Dean is sitting in a chair pushed back from the table, with his back to Sam. Gabriel is sitting on Dean, straddling him on the wooden library chair. They're kissing lazily, like it's Sunday afternoon and there's nothing better to do than sit in the sunshine streaming through the windows and neck like teenagers.
Dean's hands are resting possessively on Gabriel's thighs, while Gabriel has one hand buried in Dean's hair as he kisses him. His other hand is somewhere Sam can't see, but he can guess from the way Dean shifts suddenly and makes a soft, low sound.
Gabriel pulls away for a moment, lifting a finger to his lips in a silent "shhhh". A glint of light off the metal rim of his glasses makes his smirk just that much more wicked as Dean reaches up and pulls him back down into another kiss.
'I told them not to have sex in the library,' Sam sighs to himself.
"What are you looking at?" comes a voice right beside Sam's ear.
"Gah!" Sam jumps, but manages to swallow his yelp of surprise into a weird little snort. He spins around to find Castiel standing about four inches away, brow furrowed like Sam is being deliberately confusing. "Don't do that!"
Cas looks like he's trying to work out what exactly Sam means by 'that', but in the end he gives up and just repeats his question, "What were you looking at?"
Sam can't think of a single non-awkward way to explain what he's doing, then remembers he's talking to Cas and just points him in the right direction. "See for yourself."
Cas actually does. He steps over to the gap in the books and leans forward to look. Sam watches Cas watch Dean and Gabriel for a minute.
"I don't think that's appropriate library behavior," Cas announces, still watching.
Sam sighs. "I don't think 'appropriate' is a familiar concept to either of them."
Cas tilts his head consideringly. "They do both frequently recommend removing the stick from my ass."
"I am familiar with that suggestion," Sam says dryly. Cas turns to look at him, but not with the half-smile Sam was expecting -- it's focused, intense. Hot.
"I'm starting to think they have a point," Cas says, and Sam finds himself being roughly shoved back against a bookcase and kissed soundly. For a brief moment he freezes, his brain unable to do anything but protest that this is a library, but maybe Cas is right about removing the stick so he grabs two fistfuls of Cas's trenchcoat, hauling him closer.
All four of them end up getting thrown out of the library. They don't have the book they came for, but Sam doesn't really mind. The abductions turn out to be aliens anyway.
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