That Little Voice Inside
Title: That Little Voice Inside
Author: pooka_07
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Gabriel
Word Count: 1182
Rating:FRK
Summary: As Gabriel's vessel was destroyed, he had to put his angel self into someone (Sam) somewhere to recover, and for the longest time was just a quiet observer through Sam's eyes, but now, as his Grace is getting strong enough, he's starting to affect Sam...and be able to talk to him, and to stay, he's going to need a yes or he'll have to move on
Notes: Written for zekkass's comment_fic prompt
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When they’re on their third room change and the lights are still flickering, Dean just flops onto his bed, still fully clothed and is already half asleep when he speaks.
“It’s just the bad wiring in this place. Go to sleep, Sammy, we’re not changing rooms again.”
Sam ignores his brother and watches as the flickering gets a little more pronounced when his hand nears the light switch. With a flick of his wrist, he plunges the room into darkness, with only the parking lot security lights outside illuminating their cheap room, and makes his way over to the unoccupied bed. Unlike Dean, Sam takes a minute to strip out of his jeans and heavy sweatshirt before folding himself onto the bed and getting comfortable. As his eyes slide shut, he wonders if he’ll wake up in the morning to find he’s been sleep walking again.
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He can’t hide his worries from Dean anymore after he reaches out to grab a demon so he can stab it with his knife and instead the contact lights the demon up like a Christmas tree and the now empty body slumps to the floor like a sack of wet rags. Dean had finished off his own demon just in time to catch the display, and now he’s watching Sam like he’s not sure whether he should be mad that Sam’s been hiding something from him, or worried because even for Winchesters that’s not normal.
“Sam?” Dean’s eyes watch him like a hawk from across the room. When Sam just continues to stare at him, stomach lying somewhere near his feet and heart beating a million times a minute with nerves, Dean flings the rest of his flask of holy water at him and says, “Christo.” Both of them relax when Sam doesn’t burn from the water or blink with black eyes. “What was that, man? Since when can you kill demons by touching them? You think it’s those powers of yours?” Sam hears the unasked question: Have you been drinking demon blood behind my back again?
“No, Dean, I’m done with that, remember? Besides, if it was I would have at least reacted to the holy water.”
Dean stares at him for a long time searching his face for any signs of a lie, but Sam’s too worn out to get more than a little annoyed. He was telling the truth, and he has nothing to hide from his brother.
~
After a few more weeks of strangeness, like killing demons without touching them, having something appear in his hand after wishing for it, and then he was unable to touch anything electrical without frying it (Dean almost refused to allow him into the car after that), Sam finally gets his answer about what was going on. He should have known Gabriel had something to do with it.
He and Dean are hunting down a demon left over from the Apocalypse, a mid-level that had hid out when everything went to shit, and they’re too cocky this time. It turns out that this one had more than a few friends, and they all show up to greet them. Quicker than Sam likes to admit, they’re incapacitated and trussed up like holiday turkeys. It’s hard to tell which of them they have a bigger problem with, the violence is evenly distributed between the two of them, but Dean’s smart-ass mouth easily earns him the hardest hits.
It takes a dagger shoved and twisted into Sam’s shoulder to unleash the power locked inside of him, hiding out and healing. Sam has to close his eyes when the lights in the room suddenly flare, and distantly he hears Dean shout his name, but his chest fills with a warmth that is familiar, and it burns away parts of him that he hadn’t noticed he still has.
When the light dies down, Sam is free from his bonds and standing in the middle of the room. Dean stands in front of him, face tense and sawed-off pointed at his chest. Sam can feel a deep smirk stretch his lips, and when he tries to relax the muscles but they don’t respond. The warmth still hasn’t left, but its intensity has died down a bit and he can feel it wrapped around him like a blanket; soft and encompassing.
Dean’s lips are moving, but the words sound like they’re coming from underwater, echoic and muted. Sam’s own lips move in response and the warmth pulls him tighter. It feels possessive; a dog that refuses to let go of a bone. A thought flits through his mind, foreign and unexpected.
“Mineminemine…Let me stay?”
It takes him a second to realize he recognizes the voice, and when he does he can feel himself agreeing even before the words form in his mind. There’s another rush of light, this time internal, then all of a sudden he’s completely in control of his body again and Gabriel’s voice (because who else would it be?) is just a background noise, a backseat driver.
~
It’s interesting, having an archangel in your head. Sam thought it was weird that Gabriel was hitting on him, back before Lucifer killed him, but it’s worse now that he’s in his head 24/7. His dreams are hot and steamy, but it’s the best rest he’s had in a long time.
It’s the daytime conversations that are going to drive him crazy.
“So you were 16 when you lost your virginity, huh? …damn, that girl was adventurous.”
Gabriel has taken his consent to stay within him as a free pass to pick through his memories like an encyclopedia. Sam’s tried to get him to stop, but the archangel only digs for very embarrassing memories to comment on. Sam figures it’s just easier to block out his voice than to try to explain to Dean why he’s blushing like a schoolgirl.
“Would you be quiet for like, ten minutes? I’m trying to figure out what we’re hunting.”
“Oh, what’s this? The first time you ever had a hard-on in public?”
“Nevermind.”
Apart from the continuous commentary, having an archangel squatting in his body comes with lots of perks. The demons they run into either turn tail and run as soon as they get a feel of Sam, or are quickly taken out by Gabriel’s grace.
The other angels, however, are not so easy to take care of. They come in groups of at least a dozen, drawn to their location by the sudden appearance of Gabriel’s grace. Sam and Dean can banish them away with the blood sigil only so often, and Gabriel refuses to allow Sam to use his sword to kill them. It doesn’t matter, though, because once the angel start becoming reverent instead of incensed about Gabriel’s reappearance and get a little too close to Sam for comfort, Gabriel takes charge of his body and shoves Sam behind a wall of warm grace.
He misses what Gabriel does to get the angels to leave them alone, but Dean tell him he’s glad the archangel is on their side.
~
Author: pooka_07
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Gabriel
Word Count: 1182
Rating:FRK
Summary: As Gabriel's vessel was destroyed, he had to put his angel self into someone (Sam) somewhere to recover, and for the longest time was just a quiet observer through Sam's eyes, but now, as his Grace is getting strong enough, he's starting to affect Sam...and be able to talk to him, and to stay, he's going to need a yes or he'll have to move on
Notes: Written for zekkass's comment_fic prompt
~
When they’re on their third room change and the lights are still flickering, Dean just flops onto his bed, still fully clothed and is already half asleep when he speaks.
“It’s just the bad wiring in this place. Go to sleep, Sammy, we’re not changing rooms again.”
Sam ignores his brother and watches as the flickering gets a little more pronounced when his hand nears the light switch. With a flick of his wrist, he plunges the room into darkness, with only the parking lot security lights outside illuminating their cheap room, and makes his way over to the unoccupied bed. Unlike Dean, Sam takes a minute to strip out of his jeans and heavy sweatshirt before folding himself onto the bed and getting comfortable. As his eyes slide shut, he wonders if he’ll wake up in the morning to find he’s been sleep walking again.
~
He can’t hide his worries from Dean anymore after he reaches out to grab a demon so he can stab it with his knife and instead the contact lights the demon up like a Christmas tree and the now empty body slumps to the floor like a sack of wet rags. Dean had finished off his own demon just in time to catch the display, and now he’s watching Sam like he’s not sure whether he should be mad that Sam’s been hiding something from him, or worried because even for Winchesters that’s not normal.
“Sam?” Dean’s eyes watch him like a hawk from across the room. When Sam just continues to stare at him, stomach lying somewhere near his feet and heart beating a million times a minute with nerves, Dean flings the rest of his flask of holy water at him and says, “Christo.” Both of them relax when Sam doesn’t burn from the water or blink with black eyes. “What was that, man? Since when can you kill demons by touching them? You think it’s those powers of yours?” Sam hears the unasked question: Have you been drinking demon blood behind my back again?
“No, Dean, I’m done with that, remember? Besides, if it was I would have at least reacted to the holy water.”
Dean stares at him for a long time searching his face for any signs of a lie, but Sam’s too worn out to get more than a little annoyed. He was telling the truth, and he has nothing to hide from his brother.
~
After a few more weeks of strangeness, like killing demons without touching them, having something appear in his hand after wishing for it, and then he was unable to touch anything electrical without frying it (Dean almost refused to allow him into the car after that), Sam finally gets his answer about what was going on. He should have known Gabriel had something to do with it.
He and Dean are hunting down a demon left over from the Apocalypse, a mid-level that had hid out when everything went to shit, and they’re too cocky this time. It turns out that this one had more than a few friends, and they all show up to greet them. Quicker than Sam likes to admit, they’re incapacitated and trussed up like holiday turkeys. It’s hard to tell which of them they have a bigger problem with, the violence is evenly distributed between the two of them, but Dean’s smart-ass mouth easily earns him the hardest hits.
It takes a dagger shoved and twisted into Sam’s shoulder to unleash the power locked inside of him, hiding out and healing. Sam has to close his eyes when the lights in the room suddenly flare, and distantly he hears Dean shout his name, but his chest fills with a warmth that is familiar, and it burns away parts of him that he hadn’t noticed he still has.
When the light dies down, Sam is free from his bonds and standing in the middle of the room. Dean stands in front of him, face tense and sawed-off pointed at his chest. Sam can feel a deep smirk stretch his lips, and when he tries to relax the muscles but they don’t respond. The warmth still hasn’t left, but its intensity has died down a bit and he can feel it wrapped around him like a blanket; soft and encompassing.
Dean’s lips are moving, but the words sound like they’re coming from underwater, echoic and muted. Sam’s own lips move in response and the warmth pulls him tighter. It feels possessive; a dog that refuses to let go of a bone. A thought flits through his mind, foreign and unexpected.
“Mineminemine…Let me stay?”
It takes him a second to realize he recognizes the voice, and when he does he can feel himself agreeing even before the words form in his mind. There’s another rush of light, this time internal, then all of a sudden he’s completely in control of his body again and Gabriel’s voice (because who else would it be?) is just a background noise, a backseat driver.
~
It’s interesting, having an archangel in your head. Sam thought it was weird that Gabriel was hitting on him, back before Lucifer killed him, but it’s worse now that he’s in his head 24/7. His dreams are hot and steamy, but it’s the best rest he’s had in a long time.
It’s the daytime conversations that are going to drive him crazy.
“So you were 16 when you lost your virginity, huh? …damn, that girl was adventurous.”
Gabriel has taken his consent to stay within him as a free pass to pick through his memories like an encyclopedia. Sam’s tried to get him to stop, but the archangel only digs for very embarrassing memories to comment on. Sam figures it’s just easier to block out his voice than to try to explain to Dean why he’s blushing like a schoolgirl.
“Would you be quiet for like, ten minutes? I’m trying to figure out what we’re hunting.”
“Oh, what’s this? The first time you ever had a hard-on in public?”
“Nevermind.”
Apart from the continuous commentary, having an archangel squatting in his body comes with lots of perks. The demons they run into either turn tail and run as soon as they get a feel of Sam, or are quickly taken out by Gabriel’s grace.
The other angels, however, are not so easy to take care of. They come in groups of at least a dozen, drawn to their location by the sudden appearance of Gabriel’s grace. Sam and Dean can banish them away with the blood sigil only so often, and Gabriel refuses to allow Sam to use his sword to kill them. It doesn’t matter, though, because once the angel start becoming reverent instead of incensed about Gabriel’s reappearance and get a little too close to Sam for comfort, Gabriel takes charge of his body and shoves Sam behind a wall of warm grace.
He misses what Gabriel does to get the angels to leave them alone, but Dean tell him he’s glad the archangel is on their side.
~