In the Snow (PG | John/Gabriel)
Title: In the Snow
Rating: PG
Warnings/Spoilers: AU, no character death
Word Count: 312
A/N: Posted on Twitter forever ago.
Summary: John's dying in the snow.
The cold eats up John's spine. It's a numbing knife stabbed into him with each labored breath.
The snow is packed in tight around him, impeding his movements and his breathing. He tried to dig himself out but didn't make it far. He's pretty sure his leg is broken, he just can't feel it from the cold.
John manages a shaky laugh at himself. Only a fool would have come out here alone. Even if he digs himself out, he's dead. He might make it back to the boys but that -
Dean doesn't need to see his dad die too.
"Sorry boys," he whispers into the frosty darkness. "Won't be home for Christmas."
He closes his eyes, just for a moment.
Then suddenly there's heat and fire and warmth down into his soul. "You idiot," Gabriel hisses into his mouth.
John manages to open his eyes, too look up at his Trickster lover. "Hi."
Gabriel makes a inhuman sound and John passes out.
When he comes to, John's warm. Blissfully warm.
"Your dad will be asleep for a few more hours," Gabriel is saying softly. "But he's okay. I promise Dean."
John closes his eyes. His boys are safe.
"I know you're awake," Gabriel mummers sometime later, his warm body presses against John's. "You almost died you bastard."
"My parents were married," John retorts roughly.
Gabriel's face presses into his neck. "Why did you call me? I would have come."
John manages to bring a tired hand up to touch Gabriel's hair. "You told me not too."
"You were dying," Gabriel says again, wrapping his warmth all around John.
"Human do that," John reminds him, then falls quiet to soak in the heat coming from his pagan god lover.
Gabriel's quiet and John starts to drift asleep. But he thinks -- thinks maybe as he slip under he hears Gabriel whisper "You don't have to be human."
Rating: PG
Warnings/Spoilers: AU, no character death
Word Count: 312
A/N: Posted on Twitter forever ago.
Summary: John's dying in the snow.
The cold eats up John's spine. It's a numbing knife stabbed into him with each labored breath.
The snow is packed in tight around him, impeding his movements and his breathing. He tried to dig himself out but didn't make it far. He's pretty sure his leg is broken, he just can't feel it from the cold.
John manages a shaky laugh at himself. Only a fool would have come out here alone. Even if he digs himself out, he's dead. He might make it back to the boys but that -
Dean doesn't need to see his dad die too.
"Sorry boys," he whispers into the frosty darkness. "Won't be home for Christmas."
He closes his eyes, just for a moment.
Then suddenly there's heat and fire and warmth down into his soul. "You idiot," Gabriel hisses into his mouth.
John manages to open his eyes, too look up at his Trickster lover. "Hi."
Gabriel makes a inhuman sound and John passes out.
When he comes to, John's warm. Blissfully warm.
"Your dad will be asleep for a few more hours," Gabriel is saying softly. "But he's okay. I promise Dean."
John closes his eyes. His boys are safe.
"I know you're awake," Gabriel mummers sometime later, his warm body presses against John's. "You almost died you bastard."
"My parents were married," John retorts roughly.
Gabriel's face presses into his neck. "Why did you call me? I would have come."
John manages to bring a tired hand up to touch Gabriel's hair. "You told me not too."
"You were dying," Gabriel says again, wrapping his warmth all around John.
"Human do that," John reminds him, then falls quiet to soak in the heat coming from his pagan god lover.
Gabriel's quiet and John starts to drift asleep. But he thinks -- thinks maybe as he slip under he hears Gabriel whisper "You don't have to be human."