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.
Gabriel smiles, clicks his fingers, and leaves Sam clean, smelling delicately of rose petals, and dressed in a fetching set of royal blue silk pyjamas just the right size and length for his broad, tall frame. “A good start,” he decides.
He’s completely stunned when Sam grabs him by the scruff of the neck and kisses him, hard at first and then softer, more friendly, until it’s just the flutter of lips against lips, and then nothing but a lingering tingle. “Yeah,” Sam squeaks. He looks down, clears his throat. “Yeah,” he repeats, at his usual pitch. “Yeah, that could work. But there would be conditions.”
“Conditions,” Gabriel repeats, having not yet quite managed to unmelt his mind.
“I need to be able to trust you. So no more tricks on Dean and me. And no lying. We deal with each other in good faith.”
“Sounds fair.”
“And if you keep up the treats, you’ll have to treat Dean too or he’ll feel left out and resentful.”
Gabriel beams. This is going much better than he’d hoped. His plan for getting into Sam’s heart and bed had been forecast to take all year. “Can do. Absolutely. No tricks, more treats, Dean not left out.”
“But Dean does need to be left out of the sex, you realise?”
Gabriel nods. He has, in fact, easily apprehended that much. Then he double-takes. “The sex? So you’ve already decided there’s going to be sex?” He rubs his hands together. “Oh, goody.”
“We’ll see, Gabriel. We’ll see.”
Gabriel is surprised-though not displeased-to find that hearing Sam say that feels even better than playing tricks on the Winchester duo. “How about a nice bath, to relax you, and then you can tell me all about your day?”
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.
“Aw, poor Sammy. Let me kiss it better-”
“NONE OF THAT!” comes Dean’s roar from the bathroom. “Not until at least the third date! And not in my motel room!”
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.
Gabriel smiles, clicks his fingers, and leaves Sam clean, smelling delicately of rose petals, and dressed in a fetching set of royal blue silk pyjamas just the right size and length for his broad, tall frame. “A good start,” he decides.
He’s completely stunned when Sam grabs him by the scruff of the neck and kisses him, hard at first and then softer, more friendly, until it’s just the flutter of lips against lips, and then nothing but a lingering tingle. “Yeah,” Sam squeaks. He looks down, clears his throat. “Yeah,” he repeats, at his usual pitch. “Yeah, that could work. But there would be conditions.”
“Conditions,” Gabriel repeats, having not yet quite managed to unmelt his mind.
“I need to be able to trust you. So no more tricks on Dean and me. And no lying. We deal with each other in good faith.”
“Sounds fair.”
“And if you keep up the treats, you’ll have to treat Dean too or he’ll feel left out and resentful.”
Gabriel beams. This is going much better than he’d hoped. His plan for getting into Sam’s heart and bed had been forecast to take all year. “Can do. Absolutely. No tricks, more treats, Dean not left out.”
“But Dean does need to be left out of the sex, you realise?”
Gabriel nods. He has, in fact, easily apprehended that much. Then he double-takes. “The sex? So you’ve already decided there’s going to be sex?” He rubs his hands together. “Oh, goody.”
“We’ll see, Gabriel. We’ll see.”
Gabriel is surprised-though not displeased-to find that hearing Sam say that feels even better than playing tricks on the Winchester duo. “How about a nice bath, to relax you, and then you can tell me all about your day?”
“There isn’t a tub here.”
“There will be. Just give me a minute.”
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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.
“Aw, poor Sammy. Let me kiss it better-”
“NONE OF THAT!” comes Dean’s roar from the bathroom. “Not until at least the third date! And not in my motel room!”
“Yes, Dean,” they chorus sweetly.
***END***
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