[3c/3] [princess_aleera made me do it. Also she appears to be insisting there be a Dean/Gabriel First (Coffee) Date scene from human perspective, and, as she is my mistress of comment fic, that probably means one will be appearing at my journal sometime in the next 30 hours.]
The afternoon sun was rich and warm across Sam's stomach. Dean said he had no dignity, but Sam didn't know what dignity was and was pretty sure it wasn't as exciting as wriggling around on your back while the sun baked your chest for you.
The cat was stretched out against his side. Sam smelled of cat, especially around the face and legs where the cat insisted on rubbing its cheek against him, like some kind of a cuddle. Sam was okay with that. He was okay with any kind of cuddle. And he sort of liked the cat.
He had the cat. He had the cat's human (Gabriel) nearby, stretched out on the grass reading something on his laptop and making loud derogatory comments about it from time to time. And, most importantly, he had Dean, who was doing that thing he did sometimes where he lay on his back under a car and fiddled with things. It wasn't The Car this time, it was the cat's car, but that was close enough to normal. Sam (and therefore the cat) were lying right between Gabriel and Dean, so that when Dean snorted and made smart-ass replies to whatever Gabriel was talking about, they were right in the middle of it. It was good. Also, there was sun.
Sam approved. There had been too many days lately where Dean stomped around their strange empty new house and glared at boxes a lot. Sometimes familiar things came out of boxes and Dean put them into places in the strange new rooms, but they never looked quite right, and Dean never looked quite happy with it. Sam disapproved of boxes now. He approved of Dean working with cars and laughing.
Also, now he had a cat. The cat stared at Sam and told him what to do, and nuzzled into him, and wanted cuddles. Sam could do that. He could look after Dean and the cat. And if anything worrying came near them, he could look big and scary and make a loud noise. He was good at that.
"Dude," Dean commented, wiping his hands on a rag. "Your cat is still staring at me. I swear it hasn't blinked for two hours."
Gabriel flipped up the brim of his hat and grinned under his sunglasses. "Don't mind him. He likes to ogle."
Dean eyed him with some weird human meaning behind it that Sam didn't get but kind of liked because it seemed to be something like a smile. "Does he, now?"
"Yep," Gabriel confirmed, and stretched out luxuriously on the grass, without looking away from Dean. Sam thought it looked like a challenge, but they didn't seem to be getting angry. "He has good taste."
Dean threw the rag away and stalked over to join Gabriel on the grass. The cat purred, nudged in against Sam's throat, and looked pleased with itself. Sam closed his eyes with a happy sigh, because everyone was cuddling now.
The afternoon sun was rich and warm across Sam's stomach. Dean said he had no dignity, but Sam didn't know what dignity was and was pretty sure it wasn't as exciting as wriggling around on your back while the sun baked your chest for you.
The cat was stretched out against his side. Sam smelled of cat, especially around the face and legs where the cat insisted on rubbing its cheek against him, like some kind of a cuddle. Sam was okay with that. He was okay with any kind of cuddle. And he sort of liked the cat.
He had the cat. He had the cat's human (Gabriel) nearby, stretched out on the grass reading something on his laptop and making loud derogatory comments about it from time to time. And, most importantly, he had Dean, who was doing that thing he did sometimes where he lay on his back under a car and fiddled with things. It wasn't The Car this time, it was the cat's car, but that was close enough to normal. Sam (and therefore the cat) were lying right between Gabriel and Dean, so that when Dean snorted and made smart-ass replies to whatever Gabriel was talking about, they were right in the middle of it. It was good. Also, there was sun.
Sam approved. There had been too many days lately where Dean stomped around their strange empty new house and glared at boxes a lot. Sometimes familiar things came out of boxes and Dean put them into places in the strange new rooms, but they never looked quite right, and Dean never looked quite happy with it. Sam disapproved of boxes now. He approved of Dean working with cars and laughing.
Also, now he had a cat. The cat stared at Sam and told him what to do, and nuzzled into him, and wanted cuddles. Sam could do that. He could look after Dean and the cat. And if anything worrying came near them, he could look big and scary and make a loud noise. He was good at that.
"Dude," Dean commented, wiping his hands on a rag. "Your cat is still staring at me. I swear it hasn't blinked for two hours."
Gabriel flipped up the brim of his hat and grinned under his sunglasses. "Don't mind him. He likes to ogle."
Dean eyed him with some weird human meaning behind it that Sam didn't get but kind of liked because it seemed to be something like a smile. "Does he, now?"
"Yep," Gabriel confirmed, and stretched out luxuriously on the grass, without looking away from Dean. Sam thought it looked like a challenge, but they didn't seem to be getting angry. "He has good taste."
Dean threw the rag away and stalked over to join Gabriel on the grass. The cat purred, nudged in against Sam's throat, and looked pleased with itself. Sam closed his eyes with a happy sigh, because everyone was cuddling now.
Sam approved.
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... Sam says 'cuddling'. Dean and Gabriel would probably say something different. Something involving more tongues. And probably wandering hands.
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*makes a note not to stop just because they have finished their coffee and gone back to Gabriel's house*
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