All The Angels Sing....
Title: The Angels Sing
Author: hopenight
Word Count: 1, 230
Pairing: Sam/Gabriel
Rating: PG-13
Warning: mentions of sexytimes, some bad language
Prompt: Sam's favorite angel has always been Gabriel for some reason. He never expected Gabriel to look like the vessel he chose (not that he's complaining of what he chose now). Gabriel comes by one night while Sam is researching on angels. Sam ask Gabe some questions.
A/N: I should be doing schoolwork right now. But this is much more interesting than a five page English paper on a long dead relative.
Sam was always interested by angels. By interested, he had researched them a little bit and believed that they existed. Dean, before actually seeing an angel, took a more cynical approach. Sam never knew how his father felt on the subject.
But Pastor Jim, who was always an influence on Sam, taught him about angels. The pastor would sit six year old Sammy Winchester down to teach about God and light and holy relics and angels. He would tell Sammy that if there was true evil in the world, then there was true good as well. He would tell Sammy that sometimes you had to search for the goodness in order to realize that it was true.
Sammy liked the stories about angels the most. It wasn’t that the other Bible stories were bad; it was just the ones with the angels were always the most interesting. They were warriors of God, burning brightly and their vengeance swift. Or they were beautiful, merciful beings who healed young children or saved the faithful.
Yes, Sammy liked angels a lot. He read enough and listened enough and learned enough to even have a favorite.
He liked Gabriel the best.
It was mainly because he revolved around stories of hope and love and the promise of a better tomorrow.
He was the angel who was God’s Messenger spreading the word to attack and defend, spreading the news of love and joy. He was the angel who brought the news of Humanities salvation, the angel who brought the news of the Resurrection. To Sam he was promise and peace and joy, personified.
Plus he didn’t take any shit from no one.
So yeah, Sam decided his favorite angel at six years old.
As the years past, Sammy became Sam. He was still faithful. He prayed every day, extra hard before hunts and long after fights with his dad. However, whenever he read the Bible for that comfort, he would always be drawn to the passages about Gabriel.
Sam has a very clear, vibrant imagination, mainly from all the reading that he did. He always had a clear picture of how Gabriel would look in his head.
He pictured a golden man, tall and lithe, dressed in long flowing white robes made of the clouds with a sash made of the dark blue of the night sky. His trumpet made of the bronze-y colored rays of dusk and twilight would hang on his hip. His hair would be made of the rays of the sun.
His eyes would the color of a summer day. His wings would be made of the dawn, signaling the beginning of God’s word.
And yeah, when Sam found out the Trickster was Gabriel. He was a little disappointed that his image didn’t pan out. But all that he thought about angels turned out to be a load, so why not add another bit of disappoint on top?
He has changed his opinion drastically on that since then.
Mainly because Gabriel forced Sam to change his opinions by joining Team Free Will, saving their collective asses, being a big brother to Castiel, making Dean laugh again, and by allowing Sam to feel happy again.
Falling in love was just the logical, emotional step.
Sam quietly brushed his fingers on a tattoo on the inside of his wrist. Gabriel’s symbol (a lantern with a lily wrapped around it with a spear and trumpet crisscrossing behind the lantern with a mirror in between the two) almost glowed in the crappy lighting of the motel. He smiled thinking of his angel.
“Hey handsome,” purred a voice in his ear.
Sam turned and met the honey colored eyes of the archangel, who rewarded him with a peck on the lips.
“Hey yourself,” greeted the youngest Winchester giving a quick kiss of his own before turning back to his laptop.
“What’cha doin’?” asked Gabriel innocently summoning a chair and leaning his head on Sam’s shoulder. He pressed quick open mouth kisses to his lover’s neck.
“Not now, Gabriel,” said Sam shuddering in pleasure, “I promised Dean that I would have this done by tonight.”
“And what is this?” questioned Gabriel as he nibbled on Sam’s earlobe.
“Making a list on the characteristics of angelic vessels,” said Sam with a moaning quality to his voice.
Gabriel paused pulling away. He looked at Sam for several moments.
“They all are or were at ridiculously attractive. There done,” said Gabriel with authority clear in his voice. He turned his fiery eyes onto his Winchester, “Now come here so I can touch you.”
“What do you mean?” asked Sam pulling away, turning the puppy eyes on the archangel.
Gabriel sighed like he was the most put upon person on the planet. After a few seconds of pouting, Gabriel began his lesson on his siblings.
“Alright, if I explain this then can have sex please?”
“I dunno. What did you do for humanity today?”
“I helped little old ladies walk across the street. I carried a pregnant woman’s groceries. And then I took out an entire hoard of demon spawn.”
“Alright then,” said Sam smiling, “Enlighten me.”
“I’ll do more than that, baby.”
“Gabriel…”
“Alright fine. All the vessels that my siblings have are all ridiculously attractive. Look at you and Dean, you two are vessels. You both turn a lot of heads, whether you notice it or not. Believe me though most of the ladies and any gay man worth his gold notice this. Castiel’s vessel has got that scruffy, overworked thing going on. Think back to all the angels that you have met. Think.”
Sam leaned back and thought about it for several seconds.
“What about Zachariah?”
“Zachariah can suck a demon’s nutsack. Besides he’s a middle management type. Those guys always go for the douchebag, head of the office type deal. I’m talking about the real deal, take no crap from anyone angels. Those are the ones that you have to watch out for.”
“…I think you’re right.”
“Why do you think that I made my vessel this way?”
“Huh?”
“My Father, Sam. What the hell did they teach you at Stanford? I have the power to create my own vessel. Pagan gods tend to go understated with how they look, except the ones involve with love and sexuality. Most pagans gods go looking like someone that you wouldn’t think twice about. I know that I could have made this vessel model perfect. But that would just garner extra attention. Then it would tip off my brothers.”
“Dean’s going to doubt every hot girl that he hits on now.”
“Dean has my little brother to eye-fuck. Now can we have sex?”
“Yeah one second,” said Sam as he quickly typed Gabriel’s rule.
Then he showed his angel how smokin’ hot Sam Winchester thought he was.