fic: Bed Rest
Title: Bed Rest
Author: wolfish_willow
Characters/Pairings: Sam/Gabriel
Rating: PG/PG-13
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Not my characters. I'm just using them for fun. No profit is being made.
Word Count: 190
Summary: Written for aravensflight's prompt: Sam/Gabriel, Sabbatical
It wasn’t as big a deal as Gabriel was making it. And it certainly wasn’t the first time Sam has been stabbed on a hunt. Sure, it was a closer call than they’d had since the Apocalypse-that-wasn’t and required healing by his angel rather than a good stitching from Dean. But the forced sabbatical from hunting was going a little overboard, in Sam’s opinion.
Even if the bed rest (which Sam thought was really just an excuse to keep Sam right where Gabriel always wanted him) wasn’t necessary, he couldn’t deny how nice it was to be taken care of. Pampered. Gabriel brought (snapped into existence) him whatever he needed, including the salads the angel couldn’t stand but knew Sam loved. Gabriel was always there, ready with a smirk or a smile or a kiss or a combination of the three.
And when a warm hand slid slowly down his chest, pausing only once where the scar would have been had Gabriel not healed him, soft lips trailing along his neck, Sam decided that a forced break might not be so bad if he got to spend that time with his angel.
Author: wolfish_willow
Characters/Pairings: Sam/Gabriel
Rating: PG/PG-13
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Not my characters. I'm just using them for fun. No profit is being made.
Word Count: 190
Summary: Written for aravensflight's prompt: Sam/Gabriel, Sabbatical
It wasn’t as big a deal as Gabriel was making it. And it certainly wasn’t the first time Sam has been stabbed on a hunt. Sure, it was a closer call than they’d had since the Apocalypse-that-wasn’t and required healing by his angel rather than a good stitching from Dean. But the forced sabbatical from hunting was going a little overboard, in Sam’s opinion.
Even if the bed rest (which Sam thought was really just an excuse to keep Sam right where Gabriel always wanted him) wasn’t necessary, he couldn’t deny how nice it was to be taken care of. Pampered. Gabriel brought (snapped into existence) him whatever he needed, including the salads the angel couldn’t stand but knew Sam loved. Gabriel was always there, ready with a smirk or a smile or a kiss or a combination of the three.
And when a warm hand slid slowly down his chest, pausing only once where the scar would have been had Gabriel not healed him, soft lips trailing along his neck, Sam decided that a forced break might not be so bad if he got to spend that time with his angel.