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Title: Places you’ve been.
Author: “apple_buzz”
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: Sam and Gabriel
Prompt: 3. Sam/Gabriel - Tell me about the places you’ve been.
Spoilers: None really, unless you’re un-aware of the identity of our favorite Archangel.
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of this. Just stompin’ on yer Lego’s Mr Kirpke.
Word count: 1,522
Warnings: Uhm, nothing really. Cas may or may not appear in Dean’s pants at the end. Sorry about the visuals that may spring unbidden to your mind. :P
Summary: Sam and Gabriel sittin’ in a tree …
Notes: This was more of an exercise in descriptive writing rather than something that was supposed to thrill and excite. Maybe later I’ll polish it all off a bit more. No porn, because I suck like that.
So it turns out that winning the Apocalypse, much like baseball, isn’t really all that hard as long as you have the best players on your team. Sam vividly remembered sitting in some dank little motel room, Dean and Cas with him, frantically trying to come up with some sort of plan. None of their plans had involved Gabriel sauntering in, his loud “What’s up fuckers?” shattering the terse silence. Nor had they involved Michael and Raphael following sullenly behind.
After Castiel had managed to pull himself together long enough to verify that the three Archangels were indeed themselves, Dean asked, “how the fuck are you here Gabriel? And where did your douchey entourage come from?” Sam still laughed when he pictured the put-out expressions on Michael and Raphael’s faces, directly contrasting the shit-eating grin spreading across Gabriel’s.
“Daddy loves me!” he sung, not even remotely put-out when Raphael explained that Gabriel had been revived around the same time Castiel got his grace back. He had then promptly found his brothers and persuaded them to help. In his own special way.
“You bitched them into submission?”
“I bitched them into submission.”
So a turbo-charged Team Free Will had kicked ass, and the party to celebrate the victory was entering its third day. People had been coming in from all over, as well as some supernatural guests. It seemed that Old World gods liked to party just as much as anyone. Sam moved quietly through Bobby’s house, stepping over or around various and sundry items. Kegs of all shapes and sizes, traffic signs from all over the world, a llama, four palm trees and a mass of bodies were all Sam took notice of on his way out into fresh air. On closer inspection, the body pile proved to be Bobby himself, asleep or passed out under a collection of showgirls in full costume.
Out in the yard, Sam mused briefly on the weird turn of his life when he didn’t even bat an eyelash at the elephant over by a pile of half squashed cars or Michael giving Ben a pony ride while Lisa smiled from her seat on the stairs.
He followed a ragged path down to the back end of the property towards an ancient tree he and Dean had climbed and fallen from many times over the years. The tree stood as old and as solid as always, but this time there were a pair of bare feet just visible swinging from one of the lower branches.
“Hey Gabriel,” Sam said when he was close enough to see who it was. The Messenger didn’t seem quite so holy when he was perched in a tree in shirt-sleeves and old jeans, bare-foot with fingers dripping with ripe peach juice.
Said sticky fingers waggle at him in greeting.
“Heya Sammy. How’s it going?” Gabriel replied. “I hope Cas didn’t wake ya to ask why he had Dean’s pants on. I wanna be there for that.”
Shaking his head, Sam lent against the tree and decided the best reply to that was to pick a completely different topic. “Thank you, by the way.”
“For bringing a collection of individuals around that have been waiting millennia for a good party? Don’t thank me until you’ve seen what Coyote and a few of the fox spirits did. Should be on the TV soon actually.” Gabriel dropped the cleaned pit, licking at his fingers while Sam felt small stirrings of fear over what the drunken deities had been up to.
“No, I meant with turning up to help us. You didn’t hhmmmfffff!” Whatever Sam had been about to say was firmly muffled by the introduction of a large peach to his mouth. Gabriel pulled his hand away, an odd look on his face that clearly had nothing to do with Sam’s indignant spluttering.
“Shut up Sam. You human’s have a good thing going here. Booze, women, chocolate, and more beauty than Heaven could hope to contain.”
There’s no obvious way Sam can reply to that, so he chews his peach for a while, watching the branches of the tree bounce and sway when Gabriel moves. He tried to think of things on Earth that would rival the celestial beauty that Heaven is said to be, how this place where he’s seen such terror and horrible actions could move three of Heaven’s most powerful warriors to protect it.
“Tell me how this is beautiful.” Sam didn’t look at his companion, but at the slightly mangled peach pit in his hand. “Tell me why you love this place.”
Gabriel peered at him from under caramel-colored bangs. “Will you listen, Sammy?”
When Sam nods, he finds himself suddenly straddling the branch Gabriel was sitting on, leaning back against the trunk warmed by the sun. Momentarily disorientated, Sam wobbled and made a few very un-manly squeaks that he maintained were reflex. Regaining his balance, he carefully looked anywhere but the amused smirk pointed in his direction.
After a moment, something shifted in Gabriel. Nothing outwardly changed, but somewhere in the space of a few moments he shed everything Sam knew about him, lost in memories spanning lifetimes. All Sam could do was settle in, and listened.
After I left Heaven, I wandered for a long, long time. The desert regions were fascinating, and still are, to me. The people and gods there are so different from anything else. Deserts that stretch for miles, shapes that are never the same twice and that burn and glow with the sun. Temples were filled with incense and firelight, huge halls of white stone and bright paints held magnificent feasts. Deities and spirits just as varied as their surroundings. I met Hathor in her temple one night, a graceful figure born from the grey smoke of offerings and silver moonlight.
I rode the monsoons over India, deep red earth turned brilliant green under the pouring rains. Markets packed with people, animals and spices, vibrant and ALIVE in a way that we who never age can’t be. Noise and rich smells swirled together with so many colors and textures it was almost overwhelming. I spent days just moving amongst the people in the Bazaars, my nights in large rooms on soft rugs, watching beautiful women dancing slowly to the music of their ancestors, bells jingling in time.
I remember sitting in the middle of a dark ocean, much later on in a much different part of the world. The water was black and cold in the dark of the night, sheets of ice covering parts and floating free on others. While the ice sang and groaned around me, the Northern lights exploded across the sky. You’d think that something that seems so huge should make noise, but it’s completely silent. It seemed like the incense smoke from Egypt and the colors of India had come together in a hypnotic fusion, chasing each other across a sky as black and as cold as the water it was reflected in.
Even here and now, sometimes I just sit in a park somewhere and watch the children. Their laughter draws spirits in from miles around, everyone clambering to hear the sound that puts to shame even the highest heavenly choir. Couples that walk around totally absorbed in each other, happy just to be there. Even if it’s cloudy and miserable, you’ll still find someone who’s outside, singing from the very deepest parts of their soul with joy.
Angels are constant things, Sam. We weren’t made to change like a desert under the sun and moon, to whirl with the music of a street parade, to dance in the rain for no other reason than because we can. We’ve never felt the need to build places from mountain and tree to find peace, to find faith. Humanity may only be young, but it’s grown more than all God’s angels have in our entire existence. Everything here on this planet changes and grows with each passing second. Never doubt that’s not the most beautiful thing in all creation.
Sam blinked slowly, not even remembering when he’d closed his eyes. His whole body felt warm and relaxed in the sun, even warmer were Gabriel was leaning against him.
Humming softly, Gabriel didn’t seem to realize he’d stopped talking, or whatever it was he’d been doing to share his memories with Sam. Gently, Sam fit his hand into the curve of Gabriel’s hip, bringing his attention back from where ever it had wandered to.
“Well then, I suppose it’s not all that bad then.” Sam felt Gabriel’s laughter shake through his body before it burst out of his mouth, bouncing around the property and mixing with the sunlight.
“You’re weird Sam,” he said. “C’mon. I think breakfast should be arriving soon. How’d you feel about Thai?” With that, Gabriel was down out of the tree and heading across the property, smiling at Sam when he caught up a few moments later.
The pair made it back just in time to see a very disheveled Cas stumble out of the house, wearing nothing but his tie and a pair of Dean’s pants.
Author: “apple_buzz”
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: Sam and Gabriel
Prompt: 3. Sam/Gabriel - Tell me about the places you’ve been.
Spoilers: None really, unless you’re un-aware of the identity of our favorite Archangel.
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of this. Just stompin’ on yer Lego’s Mr Kirpke.
Word count: 1,522
Warnings: Uhm, nothing really. Cas may or may not appear in Dean’s pants at the end. Sorry about the visuals that may spring unbidden to your mind. :P
Summary: Sam and Gabriel sittin’ in a tree …
Notes: This was more of an exercise in descriptive writing rather than something that was supposed to thrill and excite. Maybe later I’ll polish it all off a bit more. No porn, because I suck like that.
So it turns out that winning the Apocalypse, much like baseball, isn’t really all that hard as long as you have the best players on your team. Sam vividly remembered sitting in some dank little motel room, Dean and Cas with him, frantically trying to come up with some sort of plan. None of their plans had involved Gabriel sauntering in, his loud “What’s up fuckers?” shattering the terse silence. Nor had they involved Michael and Raphael following sullenly behind.
After Castiel had managed to pull himself together long enough to verify that the three Archangels were indeed themselves, Dean asked, “how the fuck are you here Gabriel? And where did your douchey entourage come from?” Sam still laughed when he pictured the put-out expressions on Michael and Raphael’s faces, directly contrasting the shit-eating grin spreading across Gabriel’s.
“Daddy loves me!” he sung, not even remotely put-out when Raphael explained that Gabriel had been revived around the same time Castiel got his grace back. He had then promptly found his brothers and persuaded them to help. In his own special way.
“You bitched them into submission?”
“I bitched them into submission.”
So a turbo-charged Team Free Will had kicked ass, and the party to celebrate the victory was entering its third day. People had been coming in from all over, as well as some supernatural guests. It seemed that Old World gods liked to party just as much as anyone. Sam moved quietly through Bobby’s house, stepping over or around various and sundry items. Kegs of all shapes and sizes, traffic signs from all over the world, a llama, four palm trees and a mass of bodies were all Sam took notice of on his way out into fresh air. On closer inspection, the body pile proved to be Bobby himself, asleep or passed out under a collection of showgirls in full costume.
Out in the yard, Sam mused briefly on the weird turn of his life when he didn’t even bat an eyelash at the elephant over by a pile of half squashed cars or Michael giving Ben a pony ride while Lisa smiled from her seat on the stairs.
He followed a ragged path down to the back end of the property towards an ancient tree he and Dean had climbed and fallen from many times over the years. The tree stood as old and as solid as always, but this time there were a pair of bare feet just visible swinging from one of the lower branches.
“Hey Gabriel,” Sam said when he was close enough to see who it was. The Messenger didn’t seem quite so holy when he was perched in a tree in shirt-sleeves and old jeans, bare-foot with fingers dripping with ripe peach juice.
Said sticky fingers waggle at him in greeting.
“Heya Sammy. How’s it going?” Gabriel replied. “I hope Cas didn’t wake ya to ask why he had Dean’s pants on. I wanna be there for that.”
Shaking his head, Sam lent against the tree and decided the best reply to that was to pick a completely different topic. “Thank you, by the way.”
“For bringing a collection of individuals around that have been waiting millennia for a good party? Don’t thank me until you’ve seen what Coyote and a few of the fox spirits did. Should be on the TV soon actually.” Gabriel dropped the cleaned pit, licking at his fingers while Sam felt small stirrings of fear over what the drunken deities had been up to.
“No, I meant with turning up to help us. You didn’t hhmmmfffff!” Whatever Sam had been about to say was firmly muffled by the introduction of a large peach to his mouth. Gabriel pulled his hand away, an odd look on his face that clearly had nothing to do with Sam’s indignant spluttering.
“Shut up Sam. You human’s have a good thing going here. Booze, women, chocolate, and more beauty than Heaven could hope to contain.”
There’s no obvious way Sam can reply to that, so he chews his peach for a while, watching the branches of the tree bounce and sway when Gabriel moves. He tried to think of things on Earth that would rival the celestial beauty that Heaven is said to be, how this place where he’s seen such terror and horrible actions could move three of Heaven’s most powerful warriors to protect it.
“Tell me how this is beautiful.” Sam didn’t look at his companion, but at the slightly mangled peach pit in his hand. “Tell me why you love this place.”
Gabriel peered at him from under caramel-colored bangs. “Will you listen, Sammy?”
When Sam nods, he finds himself suddenly straddling the branch Gabriel was sitting on, leaning back against the trunk warmed by the sun. Momentarily disorientated, Sam wobbled and made a few very un-manly squeaks that he maintained were reflex. Regaining his balance, he carefully looked anywhere but the amused smirk pointed in his direction.
After a moment, something shifted in Gabriel. Nothing outwardly changed, but somewhere in the space of a few moments he shed everything Sam knew about him, lost in memories spanning lifetimes. All Sam could do was settle in, and listened.
After I left Heaven, I wandered for a long, long time. The desert regions were fascinating, and still are, to me. The people and gods there are so different from anything else. Deserts that stretch for miles, shapes that are never the same twice and that burn and glow with the sun. Temples were filled with incense and firelight, huge halls of white stone and bright paints held magnificent feasts. Deities and spirits just as varied as their surroundings. I met Hathor in her temple one night, a graceful figure born from the grey smoke of offerings and silver moonlight.
I rode the monsoons over India, deep red earth turned brilliant green under the pouring rains. Markets packed with people, animals and spices, vibrant and ALIVE in a way that we who never age can’t be. Noise and rich smells swirled together with so many colors and textures it was almost overwhelming. I spent days just moving amongst the people in the Bazaars, my nights in large rooms on soft rugs, watching beautiful women dancing slowly to the music of their ancestors, bells jingling in time.
I remember sitting in the middle of a dark ocean, much later on in a much different part of the world. The water was black and cold in the dark of the night, sheets of ice covering parts and floating free on others. While the ice sang and groaned around me, the Northern lights exploded across the sky. You’d think that something that seems so huge should make noise, but it’s completely silent. It seemed like the incense smoke from Egypt and the colors of India had come together in a hypnotic fusion, chasing each other across a sky as black and as cold as the water it was reflected in.
Even here and now, sometimes I just sit in a park somewhere and watch the children. Their laughter draws spirits in from miles around, everyone clambering to hear the sound that puts to shame even the highest heavenly choir. Couples that walk around totally absorbed in each other, happy just to be there. Even if it’s cloudy and miserable, you’ll still find someone who’s outside, singing from the very deepest parts of their soul with joy.
Angels are constant things, Sam. We weren’t made to change like a desert under the sun and moon, to whirl with the music of a street parade, to dance in the rain for no other reason than because we can. We’ve never felt the need to build places from mountain and tree to find peace, to find faith. Humanity may only be young, but it’s grown more than all God’s angels have in our entire existence. Everything here on this planet changes and grows with each passing second. Never doubt that’s not the most beautiful thing in all creation.
Sam blinked slowly, not even remembering when he’d closed his eyes. His whole body felt warm and relaxed in the sun, even warmer were Gabriel was leaning against him.
Humming softly, Gabriel didn’t seem to realize he’d stopped talking, or whatever it was he’d been doing to share his memories with Sam. Gently, Sam fit his hand into the curve of Gabriel’s hip, bringing his attention back from where ever it had wandered to.
“Well then, I suppose it’s not all that bad then.” Sam felt Gabriel’s laughter shake through his body before it burst out of his mouth, bouncing around the property and mixing with the sunlight.
“You’re weird Sam,” he said. “C’mon. I think breakfast should be arriving soon. How’d you feel about Thai?” With that, Gabriel was down out of the tree and heading across the property, smiling at Sam when he caught up a few moments later.
The pair made it back just in time to see a very disheveled Cas stumble out of the house, wearing nothing but his tie and a pair of Dean’s pants.