Fic: Supernatural - Lips like Liquorish, Tongue like Candy 1/2
Title: Lips like Liquorish, Tongue like Candy
Prompt: "I said no more teachers / And no more books / I got a kiss under the bleachers / Hope that nobody looks / Lips like liquorish, tongue like candy" College AU, Gabriel and Sam are roommates.
Summary: It wasn’t the first time that Sam wished he possessed superpowers like the X-Men Dean was so obsessed with during his comic book phase, such as the ability to shoot laser beams from his eyes at annoying roommates.
Pairing: Sam/Gabriel
Rating: PG-13
Warning: none
Word Count: 4,836
Disclaimer: I'm just borrowing Kripke's toys to play with in my sandbox for a while.
Author's Note: I'm so sorry this is super late, insatiablegrit, but I hope this lives up to your expectations!
“So,” says Gabriel curiously. “You’ve never... done it before? Like, ever?”
Sam wishes he doesn’t blush so easily but Gabriel must have seen his face redden like a tomato because his grin widens to the point where he looks vaguely like the Joker. It’s a disturbing image. “I have,” he says. “it’s just... it’s been a while.” Since Jess, the girl he thought was The One but turned out not to be.
“A while?” Gabriel looks down. Apparently he has no qualms with staring unabashedly at other guys’ crotches. “What, you a monk or something?”
“No.” Sam shifts around in his bed and tries to throw the duvet over his legs without it looking too obvious. “I broke up with my girlfriend before coming here and haven’t found anyone since.”
Gabriel bursts out laughing. He leans over, closing the small distance between his bed and Sam’s, to pat him on the shoulder. “Oh, good.” He smirks. “For a minute there I thought you were actually a virgin because if you were, that would’ve just been sad.”
And thus ends Sam’s first Bonding Moment with his roommate. He secretly hopes to never go through that again.
*
The thing is, Gabriel isn’t supposed to be Sam’s roommate. His original roommate was supposed to be Castiel.
They met in the beginning of junior year of high school (in their first Computer Science class, actually. Dean called them nerds but Sam proved that nerds weren’t beings to be messed with when he hacked into Dean’s laptop that one time and changed all his icons into My Little Pony heads. Good times.) and have been friends ever since. When they found out that they were both going to Stanford, they requested to be roommates.
But when he first walked into his new room, Sam instantly thought there had to be some mistake.
There were two things that tipped him off: one, Castiel wasn’t supposed to arrive until the next day but it seemed like someone had already moved in (there was a rather provocative poster of Doctor Sexy, M.D. hanging on the wall opposite of the door, gazing directly down at Sam when he entered. It was kinda creepy and made Sam feel as if he was being judged.) and two, the guy in the room definitely wasn’t Castiel.
He was short. Sure, Sam was, as a general rule, taller than most basketball players and possibly even Yao Ming, but this guy was even shorter than some of the girls Sam knew. He had light brown hair that was about the same length as Sam’s and a glint in his hazel eyes that seemed to say, “I know something you don’t.”
So, because he was smooth like that, the first thing Sam said was, “Uh... ”
The guy grinned and held up his hand. “Hi, I’m Gabriel Russell, future ruler of the world. And you are?”
Sam blinked. “Uh, Sam Winchester,” he said, shaking Gabriel’s hand. “Hey, um, this is C127, right?”
“Yup.”
“... There must be some mistake.”
Gabriel raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
*
A trip to the res office confirmed Sam’s suspicions. There was some mix up with names (because apparently it was so easy to confuse ‘Castiel’ with ‘Gabriel’) so Castiel got moved to the first floor and Sam got Gabriel instead. “Can’t you do something about it?” Sam pleaded. He turned to Gabriel, who started munching on a bag of Skittles that he produced out of nowhere earlier. “No offense,” he added.
“None taken.” Gabriel continued snacking on his candy, as if he was watching a movie or something.
The receptionist at the desk gave him an acidic smile. “I’m sorry, but there’s nothing we can do. All changes are final.” Translation: we’re too lazy for this shit so suck it up, loser.
One day, this will all go into Sam’s memoir and he’s going to be the one smiling then.
*
Having a stranger for a roommate wasn’t exactly a bad thing-he wasn’t one of those clingy people who couldn’t imagine being apart from their friends for more than one minute-it just wasn’t how Sam envisioned his first year at college would start either. But hey, he figured that as long as Gabriel didn’t turn out to be a psychopathic serial killer, he’d be fine.
But if he kept playing Fall Out Boy (even though Sam didn’t have the same taste in music as Dean did, he prided himself in being above whiny emo bands that sung the same thing over and over again) at maximum volume and refusing to turn it down despite being asked to multiple times, Sam just might end up turning into a psychopathic serial killer himself.
*
Whoever said that engineer majors had it tough lied.
As Gabriel proves time and again, he has no problems juggling his school work with partying. Although Sam has yet to see him crack open a book since the beginning of the semester, let alone actually filling his shelf with, you know, books. Instead, his bookshelf is constantly filled with beer cans. Some of them look like they had been imported.
Unlike Gabriel, Sam is actually a good student. In some ways, it’s a good thing Gabriel’s out practically every night partying it up because that means Sam gets the whole room to himself to do his homework and can listen to Mountain Goats without being made fun off for liking “a band whose lead singer sounds like he’s constipating”. Screw Gabriel and his emo bands, Mountain Goats totally rules.
“Come on, Sam,” Gabriel whined on frosh week. “classes haven’t even started yet and you’re already cracking the books?”
“I like Stephen King,” replied Sam. And while Sam had nothing against frosh week, he really didn’t see the point in running around the track field half naked with his chest painted neon green while screaming like a woman going into labor.
Gabriel flopped down on the bed beside Sam, completely disregarding the concept known as ‘personal space’. Did Sam mention that his roommate was the weirdest person he’d ever met sans Castiel? “Come on,” he said, poking Sam in the ribs. “Just one drink wouldn’t hurt you. Besides, didn't Jesus, like, do shots or something at a party once? Jesus clearly had his priorities straight.”
For some reason, Gabriel found it hilarious that Sam was majoring in Pre-Law and minoring in World Religions. He claimed it was because lawyers didn’t have souls or something. Dick.
It wasn’t the first time that Sam wished he possessed superpowers like the X-Men Dean was so obsessed with during his comic book phase, such as the ability to shoot laser beams from his eyes at annoying roommates. “It was wine,” he said flatly, not because he was offended but as a sort-of-Christian he felt obligated to set the record straight. “and he didn’t drink excessively.” Not like the way you do, he silently added.
Gabriel’s smirk was absolutely infuriating. “You don’t know that.
It was all Sam could do not to punch him in the face.
The downside to Gabriel’s partying is that he usually stumbles back in somewhere around two in the morning, when Sam is already asleep.
Once, during the second month of the semester, he jerked awake at three in the morning to the sound of the door slamming, soon followed by the main lights being turned on and blinding him. He heard Gabriel say, “Oh shit, sorry, Sam!” before quickly turning the lights back off and muttering curses and apologies under his breath.
Sam would’ve appreciated it a lot more if Gabriel didn’t make such a racket while changing into his pajamas, going to the bathroom to brush his teeth (accidentally slamming the door on his way out as well), coming back just as Sam was on the edge of sleep again and carelessly shoving the mountain of junk off his bed before finally going to sleep himself.
“‘Night, Sammy,” he slurred.
Sam remembered letting out a long-suffering sigh, eventually deciding that killing his roommate, even if he pleaded the Fifth, wasn’t worth the jail time and replied, “Goodnight, Gabriel.”
*
“You have a nice room,” Castiel noted when he visited Sam’s room for the first time.
“Not as nice as yours.” Castiel’s roommate was some British exchange student called Crowley. Castiel claimed to dislike him but Sam would never not believe that he was probably easier to live with than Gabriel. Anyone in the world was probably easier to live with than Gabriel.
Castiel smiled benignly at him. “You’re still not switching with me.”
“Why not-”
“Baby cousin!” cried Gabriel, bursting into the room like a whirlwind of chaos. He wrapped his arms around Castiel and swung him around the room-or tried to, what, with being a borderline midget and all. “Wow, you got taller” he said when he finally let go, grinning like a hyena.
“Hello, Gabriel,” Castiel greeted.
Sam stared. “I didn’t know you two were related,” he said dumbly.
“Gabriel is my cousin from my father’s side,” Castiel answered.
Sam still couldn’t see the resemblance. Castiel, like everyone else in the Novak family, was stiff (“As a tree,” Dean mentioned fondly once), quiet, and religious. Gabriel was none of that; he was loose, loud, obnoxious, and the epitome of the word ‘blaspheme’. Sam got sexiled out of the room enough times to truly believe this. It also didn’t help that the walls were paper-thin.
“I can see why you guys were supposed to be roommates,” Gabriel teased, clapping both their shoulders at the same time. “Two nerds in a pod. Cute.”
Sam sent one last desperate look at Castiel but he simply shrugged. “I had deal with him for years,” he said. “You’d have to pay me to live with him.”
Sam almost took him up on that tempting offer.
Almost.
*
The one thing about Gabriel that Sam really, really hates is his propensity to prank.
And not just for the usual whoopee-cushion-type pranks; oh no, Gabriel thinks going the extra mile on making other people’s lives miserable is actually a good thing.
Like during the third week of the semester when Sam woke up to an empty room. That was Sam’s first clue that something was wrong. He always woke up before Gabriel. Always.
His second clue came when he stepped out of his room and saw only girls in the hallway. “Hey, Becky,” he said to his next-door neighbor. “Do you know where Gabriel went?”
Becky stared at him as if she was setting her eyes on the sun for the first time. “Gabriel? He’s gone, Sam. So are all the guys,” she answered. Her staring was beginning to scare Sam-as were the stares he was beginning to garner from all the other girls in the vicinity.
“Um, gone?” he said. “Like, for some sort of trip that I didn’t hear about?”
“Oh no,” purred Becky, sidling up to him. “Like, all the guys in the world just disappeared and you’re the only one left.”
Sam just barely managed not to squeak like a little girl when she started groping him.
“You-You’re joking,” he gulped.
“Nope,” she chirped. “You know what we have to do now, don’t you?”
“We have to repopulate the earth!” yelled Meg from down the hall. The hallway erupted into loud cheers and whoops of agreement.
Sam stared.
Then he ran as fast as his Sasquatch legs could carry him.
*
Gabriel was waiting for him at the library reading the third volume of Y: The Last Man in the graphic novel section. “What’s up, Yorick?” he greeted brightly. He had the biggest, evilest smile on his face.
“You bastard,” hissed Sam. “I nearly got a heart attack when the women’s field hockey team suddenly started chasing me!”
Mrs. Peck, the librarian, sent him a venomous glare designed to kill puppies, kittens, and wither plants.
Gabriel shrugged. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.” He made a big show of looking at his watch. “Oh hey, don’t you have a Spanish test right about... now?”
Shit, he did.
“I will kill you,” he said, already bolting towards the doors. “Slowly and painfully!”
“Quiet in the library!” Mrs. Peck screamed after him. Judging by the rage on her face, several bouquets of flowers just came to an untimely death but Sam had other things to worry about.
( Part Two )
Prompt: "I said no more teachers / And no more books / I got a kiss under the bleachers / Hope that nobody looks / Lips like liquorish, tongue like candy" College AU, Gabriel and Sam are roommates.
Summary: It wasn’t the first time that Sam wished he possessed superpowers like the X-Men Dean was so obsessed with during his comic book phase, such as the ability to shoot laser beams from his eyes at annoying roommates.
Pairing: Sam/Gabriel
Rating: PG-13
Warning: none
Word Count: 4,836
Disclaimer: I'm just borrowing Kripke's toys to play with in my sandbox for a while.
Author's Note: I'm so sorry this is super late, insatiablegrit, but I hope this lives up to your expectations!
“So,” says Gabriel curiously. “You’ve never... done it before? Like, ever?”
Sam wishes he doesn’t blush so easily but Gabriel must have seen his face redden like a tomato because his grin widens to the point where he looks vaguely like the Joker. It’s a disturbing image. “I have,” he says. “it’s just... it’s been a while.” Since Jess, the girl he thought was The One but turned out not to be.
“A while?” Gabriel looks down. Apparently he has no qualms with staring unabashedly at other guys’ crotches. “What, you a monk or something?”
“No.” Sam shifts around in his bed and tries to throw the duvet over his legs without it looking too obvious. “I broke up with my girlfriend before coming here and haven’t found anyone since.”
Gabriel bursts out laughing. He leans over, closing the small distance between his bed and Sam’s, to pat him on the shoulder. “Oh, good.” He smirks. “For a minute there I thought you were actually a virgin because if you were, that would’ve just been sad.”
And thus ends Sam’s first Bonding Moment with his roommate. He secretly hopes to never go through that again.
*
The thing is, Gabriel isn’t supposed to be Sam’s roommate. His original roommate was supposed to be Castiel.
They met in the beginning of junior year of high school (in their first Computer Science class, actually. Dean called them nerds but Sam proved that nerds weren’t beings to be messed with when he hacked into Dean’s laptop that one time and changed all his icons into My Little Pony heads. Good times.) and have been friends ever since. When they found out that they were both going to Stanford, they requested to be roommates.
But when he first walked into his new room, Sam instantly thought there had to be some mistake.
There were two things that tipped him off: one, Castiel wasn’t supposed to arrive until the next day but it seemed like someone had already moved in (there was a rather provocative poster of Doctor Sexy, M.D. hanging on the wall opposite of the door, gazing directly down at Sam when he entered. It was kinda creepy and made Sam feel as if he was being judged.) and two, the guy in the room definitely wasn’t Castiel.
He was short. Sure, Sam was, as a general rule, taller than most basketball players and possibly even Yao Ming, but this guy was even shorter than some of the girls Sam knew. He had light brown hair that was about the same length as Sam’s and a glint in his hazel eyes that seemed to say, “I know something you don’t.”
So, because he was smooth like that, the first thing Sam said was, “Uh... ”
The guy grinned and held up his hand. “Hi, I’m Gabriel Russell, future ruler of the world. And you are?”
Sam blinked. “Uh, Sam Winchester,” he said, shaking Gabriel’s hand. “Hey, um, this is C127, right?”
“Yup.”
“... There must be some mistake.”
Gabriel raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
*
A trip to the res office confirmed Sam’s suspicions. There was some mix up with names (because apparently it was so easy to confuse ‘Castiel’ with ‘Gabriel’) so Castiel got moved to the first floor and Sam got Gabriel instead. “Can’t you do something about it?” Sam pleaded. He turned to Gabriel, who started munching on a bag of Skittles that he produced out of nowhere earlier. “No offense,” he added.
“None taken.” Gabriel continued snacking on his candy, as if he was watching a movie or something.
The receptionist at the desk gave him an acidic smile. “I’m sorry, but there’s nothing we can do. All changes are final.” Translation: we’re too lazy for this shit so suck it up, loser.
One day, this will all go into Sam’s memoir and he’s going to be the one smiling then.
*
Having a stranger for a roommate wasn’t exactly a bad thing-he wasn’t one of those clingy people who couldn’t imagine being apart from their friends for more than one minute-it just wasn’t how Sam envisioned his first year at college would start either. But hey, he figured that as long as Gabriel didn’t turn out to be a psychopathic serial killer, he’d be fine.
But if he kept playing Fall Out Boy (even though Sam didn’t have the same taste in music as Dean did, he prided himself in being above whiny emo bands that sung the same thing over and over again) at maximum volume and refusing to turn it down despite being asked to multiple times, Sam just might end up turning into a psychopathic serial killer himself.
*
Whoever said that engineer majors had it tough lied.
As Gabriel proves time and again, he has no problems juggling his school work with partying. Although Sam has yet to see him crack open a book since the beginning of the semester, let alone actually filling his shelf with, you know, books. Instead, his bookshelf is constantly filled with beer cans. Some of them look like they had been imported.
Unlike Gabriel, Sam is actually a good student. In some ways, it’s a good thing Gabriel’s out practically every night partying it up because that means Sam gets the whole room to himself to do his homework and can listen to Mountain Goats without being made fun off for liking “a band whose lead singer sounds like he’s constipating”. Screw Gabriel and his emo bands, Mountain Goats totally rules.
“Come on, Sam,” Gabriel whined on frosh week. “classes haven’t even started yet and you’re already cracking the books?”
“I like Stephen King,” replied Sam. And while Sam had nothing against frosh week, he really didn’t see the point in running around the track field half naked with his chest painted neon green while screaming like a woman going into labor.
Gabriel flopped down on the bed beside Sam, completely disregarding the concept known as ‘personal space’. Did Sam mention that his roommate was the weirdest person he’d ever met sans Castiel? “Come on,” he said, poking Sam in the ribs. “Just one drink wouldn’t hurt you. Besides, didn't Jesus, like, do shots or something at a party once? Jesus clearly had his priorities straight.”
For some reason, Gabriel found it hilarious that Sam was majoring in Pre-Law and minoring in World Religions. He claimed it was because lawyers didn’t have souls or something. Dick.
It wasn’t the first time that Sam wished he possessed superpowers like the X-Men Dean was so obsessed with during his comic book phase, such as the ability to shoot laser beams from his eyes at annoying roommates. “It was wine,” he said flatly, not because he was offended but as a sort-of-Christian he felt obligated to set the record straight. “and he didn’t drink excessively.” Not like the way you do, he silently added.
Gabriel’s smirk was absolutely infuriating. “You don’t know that.
It was all Sam could do not to punch him in the face.
The downside to Gabriel’s partying is that he usually stumbles back in somewhere around two in the morning, when Sam is already asleep.
Once, during the second month of the semester, he jerked awake at three in the morning to the sound of the door slamming, soon followed by the main lights being turned on and blinding him. He heard Gabriel say, “Oh shit, sorry, Sam!” before quickly turning the lights back off and muttering curses and apologies under his breath.
Sam would’ve appreciated it a lot more if Gabriel didn’t make such a racket while changing into his pajamas, going to the bathroom to brush his teeth (accidentally slamming the door on his way out as well), coming back just as Sam was on the edge of sleep again and carelessly shoving the mountain of junk off his bed before finally going to sleep himself.
“‘Night, Sammy,” he slurred.
Sam remembered letting out a long-suffering sigh, eventually deciding that killing his roommate, even if he pleaded the Fifth, wasn’t worth the jail time and replied, “Goodnight, Gabriel.”
*
“You have a nice room,” Castiel noted when he visited Sam’s room for the first time.
“Not as nice as yours.” Castiel’s roommate was some British exchange student called Crowley. Castiel claimed to dislike him but Sam would never not believe that he was probably easier to live with than Gabriel. Anyone in the world was probably easier to live with than Gabriel.
Castiel smiled benignly at him. “You’re still not switching with me.”
“Why not-”
“Baby cousin!” cried Gabriel, bursting into the room like a whirlwind of chaos. He wrapped his arms around Castiel and swung him around the room-or tried to, what, with being a borderline midget and all. “Wow, you got taller” he said when he finally let go, grinning like a hyena.
“Hello, Gabriel,” Castiel greeted.
Sam stared. “I didn’t know you two were related,” he said dumbly.
“Gabriel is my cousin from my father’s side,” Castiel answered.
Sam still couldn’t see the resemblance. Castiel, like everyone else in the Novak family, was stiff (“As a tree,” Dean mentioned fondly once), quiet, and religious. Gabriel was none of that; he was loose, loud, obnoxious, and the epitome of the word ‘blaspheme’. Sam got sexiled out of the room enough times to truly believe this. It also didn’t help that the walls were paper-thin.
“I can see why you guys were supposed to be roommates,” Gabriel teased, clapping both their shoulders at the same time. “Two nerds in a pod. Cute.”
Sam sent one last desperate look at Castiel but he simply shrugged. “I had deal with him for years,” he said. “You’d have to pay me to live with him.”
Sam almost took him up on that tempting offer.
Almost.
*
The one thing about Gabriel that Sam really, really hates is his propensity to prank.
And not just for the usual whoopee-cushion-type pranks; oh no, Gabriel thinks going the extra mile on making other people’s lives miserable is actually a good thing.
Like during the third week of the semester when Sam woke up to an empty room. That was Sam’s first clue that something was wrong. He always woke up before Gabriel. Always.
His second clue came when he stepped out of his room and saw only girls in the hallway. “Hey, Becky,” he said to his next-door neighbor. “Do you know where Gabriel went?”
Becky stared at him as if she was setting her eyes on the sun for the first time. “Gabriel? He’s gone, Sam. So are all the guys,” she answered. Her staring was beginning to scare Sam-as were the stares he was beginning to garner from all the other girls in the vicinity.
“Um, gone?” he said. “Like, for some sort of trip that I didn’t hear about?”
“Oh no,” purred Becky, sidling up to him. “Like, all the guys in the world just disappeared and you’re the only one left.”
Sam just barely managed not to squeak like a little girl when she started groping him.
“You-You’re joking,” he gulped.
“Nope,” she chirped. “You know what we have to do now, don’t you?”
“We have to repopulate the earth!” yelled Meg from down the hall. The hallway erupted into loud cheers and whoops of agreement.
Sam stared.
Then he ran as fast as his Sasquatch legs could carry him.
*
Gabriel was waiting for him at the library reading the third volume of Y: The Last Man in the graphic novel section. “What’s up, Yorick?” he greeted brightly. He had the biggest, evilest smile on his face.
“You bastard,” hissed Sam. “I nearly got a heart attack when the women’s field hockey team suddenly started chasing me!”
Mrs. Peck, the librarian, sent him a venomous glare designed to kill puppies, kittens, and wither plants.
Gabriel shrugged. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.” He made a big show of looking at his watch. “Oh hey, don’t you have a Spanish test right about... now?”
Shit, he did.
“I will kill you,” he said, already bolting towards the doors. “Slowly and painfully!”
“Quiet in the library!” Mrs. Peck screamed after him. Judging by the rage on her face, several bouquets of flowers just came to an untimely death but Sam had other things to worry about.
( Part Two )