Time and a place (Sam/Gabriel, pampering, PG) 1janice_lesterMay 17 2011, 06:56:51 UTC
Gabriel courts Sam with a slew of little luxuries, the kinds of stuff two guys living out of rucksacks, perpetually on the road, rarely get to indulge in. He makes fresh, out of season fruits appear magically in their motel rooms. And soda you can’t normally get outside of Texas (of course, for an archangel it’s a short trip to Texas from absolutely anywhere). He arranges random deliveries of fancy soft toilet paper no motel ever stocks. And there other things, too. Bigger things. Sam’s laptop magically gets a RAM upgrade overnight, without having left his bag. The Winchester duo are somehow inexplicably upgraded to the best room in the Pinewoods Inn, complete with kitchen facilities and bathtub and five kinds of bubble bath. Sam gets a bright red card from a “secret admirer” on Valentine’s Day, and a huge bunch of exotic flowers is delivered on his birthday. (The card generates much mockery, as intended. The flowers make Dean sneeze, also as intended.) Gabriel courts Sam by appearing as the guy who sells him the morning
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Time and a place (Sam/Gabriel, pampering, PG) 2janice_lesterMay 17 2011, 06:58:31 UTC
Gabriel nods. It’s as suitable a euphemism for what he wants as any other he can think up in this dreary dying language.
“I’ll consider it,” Sam says. “But I’d like some information from you. How have you been following me around? I mean, aren’t we supposed to be invisible to angel-radar?”
“Oh, that?” Gabriel waves a dismissive hand. “I’ve been around long enough to know the tricks. I can follow a car with the best of ‘em. I can trace your fake names through all the motels of North America, rather like that creep did in Lolita.” He’d been around when that was published of course. Such fuss! So many dicks virtually volunteering to be tricked! Good times, good times. “There are even a few demons and pagan gods and such who owe me favours. You guys aren’t hard to track down, if only one can think outside the rigid box of an angelic education.” At this point, it seems appropriate to bow very low and disappear off to parts far, far away (or, you know, just around the corner), before Sam can go back on his word that he’ll
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Time and a place (Sam/Gabriel, pampering, PG) 3janice_lesterMay 17 2011, 06:59:25 UTC
It’s maybe two weeks later, when Gabriel is happily sunning himself on his favourite sun-soaked Pacific isle watching a five-year-old laugh as, inexplicably, every punch his bully tries to land rebounds on the bully, that Sam calls. Gabriel hears the prayer, tight and narrow, for his ears only. Oh, well. The bully will just have to stay incapable of inflicting violence that doesn’t rebound until Gabriel can get back here. And he doesn’t think it’s much of a priority. So he leaves a generous tip for the gorgeous plump local woman who brought him his drink, stuffs his sunhat in his pocket, and disappears off to the wilds of east Kansas.
Sam Winchester is standing alone in the middle of the world’s dreariest third-rate motel room, covered in mud, blood, ash, and sundry other substances Gabriel suspects he would do better not to identify. He looks shattered, exhausted, wrecked.
“Now would be a really good time for all your special gifts and pampering and niceness,” he says
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Time and a place (Sam/Gabriel, pampering, PG) 4/4janice_lesterMay 17 2011, 07:00:37 UTC
When Dean comes back, with a six-pack of beer under one arm and a bag of takeout in the other hand, to find Sam and Gabriel sitting in the now-double bed in matching silk pyjamas laughing at the now-HD television, the look on his face is priceless. Seriously, Gabriel’s not sure he could have done better if he’d actually set out to trick the guy.
Can he help it if he feels the urge to rub it in, just a little?
“Hello, new brother-in-law!” he cries ebulliently.
Dean stiffens precipitously.
“Dean? Before you explode, you might wanna take a look at the magical bathtub. And I think Gabe got you some PJs, too. And Doctor Sexy’s up next on the enormous TV. I’m sure Gabe can keep the food hot.”
“Of course. The meanest little cherub could manage that much on his first day. Go, relax. Would you prefer your bath with harem girls, or without?”
Dean blinks rather stupidly while his mouth falls gradually open.
***“I think you broke my brother,” Sam complains
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“I’ll consider it,” Sam says. “But I’d like some information from you. How have you been following me around? I mean, aren’t we supposed to be invisible to angel-radar?”
“Oh, that?” Gabriel waves a dismissive hand. “I’ve been around long enough to know the tricks. I can follow a car with the best of ‘em. I can trace your fake names through all the motels of North America, rather like that creep did in Lolita.” He’d been around when that was published of course. Such fuss! So many dicks virtually volunteering to be tricked! Good times, good times. “There are even a few demons and pagan gods and such who owe me favours. You guys aren’t hard to track down, if only one can think outside the rigid box of an angelic education.” At this point, it seems appropriate to bow very low and disappear off to parts far, far away (or, you know, just around the corner), before Sam can go back on his word that he’ll ( ... )
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Sam Winchester is standing alone in the middle of the world’s dreariest third-rate motel room, covered in mud, blood, ash, and sundry other substances Gabriel suspects he would do better not to identify. He looks shattered, exhausted, wrecked.
“Now would be a really good time for all your special gifts and pampering and niceness,” he says ( ... )
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Can he help it if he feels the urge to rub it in, just a little?
“Hello, new brother-in-law!” he cries ebulliently.
Dean stiffens precipitously.
“Dean? Before you explode, you might wanna take a look at the magical bathtub. And I think Gabe got you some PJs, too. And Doctor Sexy’s up next on the enormous TV. I’m sure Gabe can keep the food hot.”
“Of course. The meanest little cherub could manage that much on his first day. Go, relax. Would you prefer your bath with harem girls, or without?”
Dean blinks rather stupidly while his mouth falls gradually open.
***“I think you broke my brother,” Sam complains ( ... )
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