CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS // SPN & OTHER CHARACTERS Prompts Post // April 1-15

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Filled: "Hard Candy" (Sam/Gabriel, human AU, h/c) [5/?]

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“I forgot to have breakfast,” Gabriel said instead, sheepishly, and looked up to Sam with these caramell-coloured eyes of his. “I got up too late and just grabbed my bag and didn’t check my stuff, either. I didn’t even have my wallet to buy something. Then I came here because it was closer, but I... you have nothing but veggies! I didn’t really know what to do so I tried to call...”

And the confusion didn’t seem over yet. It was kind of scary to see Gabriel, with his elborate prank schemes and and on-the-nose punchlines and complete control over every situation, so out of it.

“No.” Sam grabbed his hand and held it, trying to stop the shaking. “That was my fault. I took all your things out.” He swallowed. “I’m so, so sorry. I was just trying to tease you or - you know what, it doesn’t matter. I didn’t realise you needed that stuff. I’m sorry.”

Gabriel frowned slightly, obviously having trouble focusing. Sam gave him another sip of the coke and waited.

“The note,” Gabriel remembered as he raised his hand and hit the back of Sam’s head with so little force it could have been a caress. “Even if I wasn’t ill, you don’t get to screw with my candy and replace it with your pseudo-food, okay? What was it... puffed rice cakes?” He groaned slightly, pressing into the couch. “Come on, how is that even cake? It tastes like processed cardboard.”

Sam had to chuckle, despite the massive guilt that was trying to squeeze his heart like a wet sponge. He leaned over Gabriel.

“Can I hug you?”

Gabriel huffed, but he wrapped his arm weakly around Sam’s broad shoulders. Sam squeezed him and raised him up slightly, shifting and sitting so that Gabriel could rest his head on Sam’s thighs. He watched Sam unwrap a lollipop from the plastic box for him.

“You have a lot to make up to me, Sammy boy. I had to spend the day with the hippie faction running on empty. I was almost roped into hugging a tree.”

“Why didn’t you go to your trip advisors? Someone who could help.”

“So they can tell me to drink my own pee and stand on my head for a while? No, thank you.” Gabriel let Sam place the lollipop against his lips. “It doesn’t matter, it’s not that serious.”

Sam frowned. “Actually, it is. Anything that leaves you breaking down because you didn’t get to eat for eight hours is pretty serious. What if you’d just fallen a bit more to the left? You could have hit your head on the kitchen island. I mean, this isn’t funny, you could have gotten really hurt.”

“And now you sound like Michael.”

“Well, he’s right.” Sam squeezed Gabriel’s hand. “Why didn’t you tell me? I talked to Lucifer when he called-“

“You didn’t tell him I was out, right?” Gabriel interrupted.

“I even told him I took away your candy. He’s actually going to get you in a bit.”

Gabriel’s brows shout up. “Wow. You have serious death wish, Samsquatch.”

“Nevermind that,” Sam said. He’d deal with Gabriel’s slightly psychotic brother when he was here. This was not one conversation Gabriel could wriggle out of. “Why didn’t you tell me?” he repeated. “I mean, actually told me in a way that made it seem at all believable. Your brother said you had an In...”