Go a little crazy
Title: Go a little crazy
Rating: R
Characters: Sam/Gabriel
Word Count: 489
Summary: Why does Sam put up with Gabriel at all?
Notes: I thought I'd explore some of my favourite pairings starting with Sam/Gabe. A sketch and a short fic.
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Gabriel will only sit still if Sam lets him sit in his lap, and even then his hands flit up and down like an excited wasp. He'll squirm and tug and put his feet up like he's trying to climb Sam, which sometimes he does if he thinks he's not getting enough attention.
They shouldn't work, Sam thinks, he doesn't even like Gabriel.
But Gabriel likes Sam, makes that obvious with his playground hair-tugging antics, shows the world by sliding into Sam's personal space at the least convenient moment and shoving his hands into Sam's pants. Dean had stormed out of the hotel room in disgust more than a few times at that little move, to which Gabriel would just look at Sam and never apologise and say "Well I guess that means we've got some alone time then..."
And Sam grumbles and bitches and moans about 'inappropriate behaviour' and all the while Gabriel smiles and prods at him until his clothes come off and then they're on the bed and Sam's still angry but it's so good.
He's going to get fat. Gabriel has even exerted his considerable influence over Sam's diet now and he finds himself eating less salads and more pancakes. He wouldn't mind except he doesn't understand why Gabriel even cares. Is it just another way of messing with him or does he genuinely think Sam needs lightening up? And which of those two options is worse?
Some nights he wakes to the smell of wet earth and finds a hazel-eyed statue standing over him. There's no talking those nights, no banter, no quips, just an ancient and terrible intensity and he wonders whether it's Gabriel or Loki that takes him then; hard and slow and thorough.
He's always alone when he wakes in the morning, though never for long. Gabriel takes breakfast very seriously and Sam is usually afraid to move on the bed in case he knocks one of the ludicrous array of dishes onto the floor, except Gabriel often does that anyway in an effort to get syrup all over Sam. Because then they have to take a shower, and Sam has never showered as much in his life as he does when Gabriel is around. He always ends up covered in something, on one particularly memorable occasion that something was tar and feathers.
And Sam doesn't get it. Why he puts up with all the pranks, all the taunts, all the dares, the indecent public touching and the chocolate spread behind his ears. He must be insane not to force Gabriel out of his life completely. It's just... he's always done that. The sensible thing. Or the thing that he though was for the best. Maybe it's time he went a little crazy, and besides the rest he's been fighting to save the whole world for as long as he can remember. He deserves to have a little something for himself.
Rating: R
Characters: Sam/Gabriel
Word Count: 489
Summary: Why does Sam put up with Gabriel at all?
Notes: I thought I'd explore some of my favourite pairings starting with Sam/Gabe. A sketch and a short fic.
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Gabriel will only sit still if Sam lets him sit in his lap, and even then his hands flit up and down like an excited wasp. He'll squirm and tug and put his feet up like he's trying to climb Sam, which sometimes he does if he thinks he's not getting enough attention.
They shouldn't work, Sam thinks, he doesn't even like Gabriel.
But Gabriel likes Sam, makes that obvious with his playground hair-tugging antics, shows the world by sliding into Sam's personal space at the least convenient moment and shoving his hands into Sam's pants. Dean had stormed out of the hotel room in disgust more than a few times at that little move, to which Gabriel would just look at Sam and never apologise and say "Well I guess that means we've got some alone time then..."
And Sam grumbles and bitches and moans about 'inappropriate behaviour' and all the while Gabriel smiles and prods at him until his clothes come off and then they're on the bed and Sam's still angry but it's so good.
He's going to get fat. Gabriel has even exerted his considerable influence over Sam's diet now and he finds himself eating less salads and more pancakes. He wouldn't mind except he doesn't understand why Gabriel even cares. Is it just another way of messing with him or does he genuinely think Sam needs lightening up? And which of those two options is worse?
Some nights he wakes to the smell of wet earth and finds a hazel-eyed statue standing over him. There's no talking those nights, no banter, no quips, just an ancient and terrible intensity and he wonders whether it's Gabriel or Loki that takes him then; hard and slow and thorough.
He's always alone when he wakes in the morning, though never for long. Gabriel takes breakfast very seriously and Sam is usually afraid to move on the bed in case he knocks one of the ludicrous array of dishes onto the floor, except Gabriel often does that anyway in an effort to get syrup all over Sam. Because then they have to take a shower, and Sam has never showered as much in his life as he does when Gabriel is around. He always ends up covered in something, on one particularly memorable occasion that something was tar and feathers.
And Sam doesn't get it. Why he puts up with all the pranks, all the taunts, all the dares, the indecent public touching and the chocolate spread behind his ears. He must be insane not to force Gabriel out of his life completely. It's just... he's always done that. The sensible thing. Or the thing that he though was for the best. Maybe it's time he went a little crazy, and besides the rest he's been fighting to save the whole world for as long as he can remember. He deserves to have a little something for himself.