An Element of Persuasion Chapter 1/?
Title: An Element of Persuasion Chapter 1/?
Author:nileflood
Rating: PG-13
Genre and/or Pairing: Sam/Gabriel, mentions of Dean/Castiel
Warnings: Cursing, mentions of mpreg
Word Count: approx. 1700
Summary/Author's Note: Based on a little crack scenario I had in my head, this grew a little bit larger than the drabble I first intended it to be. Gabriel gets an idea into his head and Sam freaks.
It's been a while since I wrote any serious fic, so feedback would be welcomed!
Chapter 2 >>
Gabriel needed help. He was a solitary creature, mostly, apart from invading other people’s lives for his own amusement. And those occasional forays into society hadn’t made him very popular. He certainly didn’t have any fans in Heaven about to offer their assistance, and Hell didn’t much like him either. He had connections, in between, but they were mostly fellow tricksters, he didn’t trust them, because that was the way they worked. They didn’t trust anyone, not even their own.
He sighed, and laid back on the waterbed, arms folded behind his head as he watched the sky above him move as night bled into day. He could go and see Kali. Kali, although not a friend, wasn’t likely to try and maim him on sight, and had Facebook existed, there had once been a time when their relationship was listed as ‘complicated’. Which was a good reason not to turn to her, actually. There was, he supposed, at a push, Castiel. He struck him off the list almost as quickly as he considered him. But that reminded the archangel of another possibility, one that, as he considered it, he liked more and more. And more and more.
Sam Winchester was alone, in a motel room, settled back on an old slowly collapsing chair with a book on his knees. While this hunt was just a simple salt-n-burn, the next one they were heading to was going to take a bit of forward planning, a bit of thought. So Dean had taken Castiel out to deal with the monster terrorizing this back-water town and Sam was researching. Frankly, he was glad to be out of the way. Even if Castiel didn’t see it, Sam certainly managed to catch every single look his brother sent the trench-coat wearing seraph. Every. Single. Eyefuck. There was only so much of that anyone could take. Researching was better, even if it meant hauling books from the library in town back to their motel room on foot.
There was always the chance that without having Sam there as third-wheel Castiel and Dean might work it all out and jump each other. He doubted that it would ever happen, but if it ever did he had books to distract him from when they tumbled into the room in a tangle of limbs and thus stop his eyes melting in his head. In all seriousness though, without any disturbances, without anything else to attend to, he could probably work his way through the rest of this book and another couple before Dean and Castiel even got back.
But that was when Murphy’s Law came into its own and there was the soft, barely audible noise of wings and Sam turned in the chair. “Castiel, you guys finished al-“ He began, and then he shut himself up. The angel in the room wasn’t a smartly dressed, suit wearing thing. It was a smirking, short creature in a terrible shirt. “Hey kiddo.”
Sam groaned. There were all his plans to get research gone out of the window. “What the hell do you want, Gabriel?” The arch-angel was a pain in the ass, but Sam wasn’t actually worried about the guy turning him into something or killing Dean anymore, all that had stopped a long time ago. But it was fairly obvious that Gabriel wasn’t just going to leave if Sam told him he was busy. He tried it anyway, and all he got in return was a pout.
“Sam-sam-sammikins,” Gabriel whined, snapping his fingers and turning Sam’s chair into a full-blown three-seater couch, one that took up most of the available space in the room, and settling down on it, still looking hurt. “That’s no way to treat a friend coming to you for a favour, is it?” He leant forward then, his hand resting on Sam’s knee and then brushing upwards, like Sam was going to be impressed with that.
He pulled his leg away, glaring as best he could at the angel who hadn’t yet got the message. “I don’t have time to do you any favours, Gabriel.” Sam told him, trying to make the guy leave. But Gabriel was settling himself into the couch, one of his filthy smirks in place and he was already wriggling his eye-brows even as he brought his hand up and clicked his fingers. The sound of traffic outside stopped, the noise from the maid’s vacuum down the hall stopped, the whirling of Sam’s laptop stopped.
“Now we have as much time as we want.” Gabriel said and shifted a little closer.
Sam looked at him long and hard, wondering if he could possibly escape, wondering if the timelessness extended very far, if it was just this block, this town, this county, or if Gabriel had stopped everything, everywhere just to wrangle a favour. Sam was tempted to go out, to find out, but he doubted the arch-angel would let him. He was trapped, effectively, but a wicked smirk and bright, gold-flecked eyes. He sighed, resigning himself to whatever Gabriel was going to make him do. What an arch-angel could possibly need him for was beyond Sam, although whatever it was probably wasn’t good. Nothing any of them wanted him for was ever good. But he waved his hand for Gabriel to continue, the other coming up to rub at his eyes. If he did what Gabriel wanted, maybe he’d just go away.
He could hear Gabriel take a big breath, but not speak and so Sam looked up, to see the angel almost bouncing in his seat, like an excited puppy.
“Sam,” Gabriel began, moving a little bit closer, almost unable to contain himself. The angel took another breath, as if still not ready to spill the beans, and Sam was starting to worry because this was not usual Gabriel behaviour. He hadn’t been humiliated once and Gabriel had been there at least ten minutes.
“Sam, I want to have a baby.”
Whatever reaction Gabriel was expecting, he didn’t seem to be expecting Sam to jump up off the sofa and almost run to the other side of the room in panic. “What the fuck, Gabe!” It wasn’t a question, but a horrified statement and Gabriel frowned. Sam wasn’t the sort of fool-hardy idiot his brother was, always striding into danger, but even so Gabriel never expected to see him like this; Sam was tall and strong and smart and he looked wrong cowering against the dirty wall of the motel room.
Gabriel was not impressed. His mouth was set at a lopsided angle, his arms moved across his chest. “That’s a great impression of your brother, the masculine bravado thing. I didn’t know you could pull it off.” There was a bitter note in Gabriel’s tone, and he looked away. But even from the other side of the room, Sam could see that pout. He’d learnt, before he knew Gabriel as Gabriel, that when the creature pouted, bad things usually happened. Normally whatever situation he’d forced them into wasn’t entertaining enough so he threw in something even more scaring. This time though he just clicked his fingers, a lollipop appearing, which the arch-angel promptly stuck between his lips.
“Gabriel, that’s not a favour, that’s a commitment.” Sam tried to explain, the words tumbling from his mouth before he even knew what he was saying. Besides, did angels even know how human reproduction worked? Sam just wasn’t going to let his mind wander down that route, because it was biologically impossible unless Gabriel was going to turn him into a girl and he was seriously not happy with that idea.
He’d forgotten that when Gabriel was around his thoughts were not necessarily his own, and while he’d been distracted from the angel the man had clearly been listening in, because now he was laughing, hard, his hands at his sides as he tried to stop himself, “Oh my dad!” He exclaimed, breathless, “Oh Sasquatch, that’s just precious.” Gabriel told him, wiping what might have even been tears from his eyes and he got up, off the sofa and made his way towards the hunter. Sam didn’t even consider moving, his feet planted to the floor. Gabriel was stood there, in Sam’s personal space, his head tipped up to look at the much taller figure. He was kind of cute, in a short, annoying, deadly sort of way.
Gabriel smirked a little more, and reached up, pinching one of those dimpled cheeks. “You aren’t so bad yourself, kiddo.” He said, and then looked over Sam in a way that made his intentions terribly, terribly clear. But Gabriel didn’t stop there, pressing himself right up against Sam and dropping his voice to the barest whisper, “I’m not suggesting you carry it, Sasquatch. I’m not suggesting I hang around either.” He said, and ran his hands down Sam’s sides, “I get what I want, which is a little company in my old age, something to occupy me and keep me out of your hair while you and Dean-o and my brother save the world, and surely that’s a good thing.”
Gabriel stepped back a little, giving Sam room to breathe without inhaling through Gabriel’s hair and the sticky, sweet candy smell that followed the angel about. It was actually surprisingly difficult to think with Gabriel so close, but even when Gabriel made his way over to one of the room’s beds, Sam still found himself muddled. He was good at logic and thinking clearly and keeping his cool, so when was Gabriel making it so difficult? It wasn’t the pouting mouth the hopeful eyes or even the way he’d pressed up against Sam, he was sure. And if he had felt hotter than usual, well when someone invaded your personal space like that, it was to be expected.
Sam stepped forward, eyes fixed on Gabriel sat on the bed, fingers moving over his shirt buttons, the first two already undone, exposing pale collarbones and that’s where Sam found his gaze resting, before he forced himself to look away.
“No, Gabriel.” He said, shakily at first, and then swallowing down his nerves. “No. I… no! You can’t just… no.” Well, maybe he could have formed a better argument if Gabriel had stopped undressing, but he hadn’t. He was just looking at Sam as he continued, the angel’s fingers stroking over his throat, over the pale skin and Sam had to fight the urge to stand his ground. “No! I am not doing this, Gabriel!”
And then he was gone, stomping out of the room and into the corridor, and leaving one very surprised angel sat on the bed.
Author:nileflood
Rating: PG-13
Genre and/or Pairing: Sam/Gabriel, mentions of Dean/Castiel
Warnings: Cursing, mentions of mpreg
Word Count: approx. 1700
Summary/Author's Note: Based on a little crack scenario I had in my head, this grew a little bit larger than the drabble I first intended it to be. Gabriel gets an idea into his head and Sam freaks.
It's been a while since I wrote any serious fic, so feedback would be welcomed!
Chapter 2 >>
Gabriel needed help. He was a solitary creature, mostly, apart from invading other people’s lives for his own amusement. And those occasional forays into society hadn’t made him very popular. He certainly didn’t have any fans in Heaven about to offer their assistance, and Hell didn’t much like him either. He had connections, in between, but they were mostly fellow tricksters, he didn’t trust them, because that was the way they worked. They didn’t trust anyone, not even their own.
He sighed, and laid back on the waterbed, arms folded behind his head as he watched the sky above him move as night bled into day. He could go and see Kali. Kali, although not a friend, wasn’t likely to try and maim him on sight, and had Facebook existed, there had once been a time when their relationship was listed as ‘complicated’. Which was a good reason not to turn to her, actually. There was, he supposed, at a push, Castiel. He struck him off the list almost as quickly as he considered him. But that reminded the archangel of another possibility, one that, as he considered it, he liked more and more. And more and more.
Sam Winchester was alone, in a motel room, settled back on an old slowly collapsing chair with a book on his knees. While this hunt was just a simple salt-n-burn, the next one they were heading to was going to take a bit of forward planning, a bit of thought. So Dean had taken Castiel out to deal with the monster terrorizing this back-water town and Sam was researching. Frankly, he was glad to be out of the way. Even if Castiel didn’t see it, Sam certainly managed to catch every single look his brother sent the trench-coat wearing seraph. Every. Single. Eyefuck. There was only so much of that anyone could take. Researching was better, even if it meant hauling books from the library in town back to their motel room on foot.
There was always the chance that without having Sam there as third-wheel Castiel and Dean might work it all out and jump each other. He doubted that it would ever happen, but if it ever did he had books to distract him from when they tumbled into the room in a tangle of limbs and thus stop his eyes melting in his head. In all seriousness though, without any disturbances, without anything else to attend to, he could probably work his way through the rest of this book and another couple before Dean and Castiel even got back.
But that was when Murphy’s Law came into its own and there was the soft, barely audible noise of wings and Sam turned in the chair. “Castiel, you guys finished al-“ He began, and then he shut himself up. The angel in the room wasn’t a smartly dressed, suit wearing thing. It was a smirking, short creature in a terrible shirt. “Hey kiddo.”
Sam groaned. There were all his plans to get research gone out of the window. “What the hell do you want, Gabriel?” The arch-angel was a pain in the ass, but Sam wasn’t actually worried about the guy turning him into something or killing Dean anymore, all that had stopped a long time ago. But it was fairly obvious that Gabriel wasn’t just going to leave if Sam told him he was busy. He tried it anyway, and all he got in return was a pout.
“Sam-sam-sammikins,” Gabriel whined, snapping his fingers and turning Sam’s chair into a full-blown three-seater couch, one that took up most of the available space in the room, and settling down on it, still looking hurt. “That’s no way to treat a friend coming to you for a favour, is it?” He leant forward then, his hand resting on Sam’s knee and then brushing upwards, like Sam was going to be impressed with that.
He pulled his leg away, glaring as best he could at the angel who hadn’t yet got the message. “I don’t have time to do you any favours, Gabriel.” Sam told him, trying to make the guy leave. But Gabriel was settling himself into the couch, one of his filthy smirks in place and he was already wriggling his eye-brows even as he brought his hand up and clicked his fingers. The sound of traffic outside stopped, the noise from the maid’s vacuum down the hall stopped, the whirling of Sam’s laptop stopped.
“Now we have as much time as we want.” Gabriel said and shifted a little closer.
Sam looked at him long and hard, wondering if he could possibly escape, wondering if the timelessness extended very far, if it was just this block, this town, this county, or if Gabriel had stopped everything, everywhere just to wrangle a favour. Sam was tempted to go out, to find out, but he doubted the arch-angel would let him. He was trapped, effectively, but a wicked smirk and bright, gold-flecked eyes. He sighed, resigning himself to whatever Gabriel was going to make him do. What an arch-angel could possibly need him for was beyond Sam, although whatever it was probably wasn’t good. Nothing any of them wanted him for was ever good. But he waved his hand for Gabriel to continue, the other coming up to rub at his eyes. If he did what Gabriel wanted, maybe he’d just go away.
He could hear Gabriel take a big breath, but not speak and so Sam looked up, to see the angel almost bouncing in his seat, like an excited puppy.
“Sam,” Gabriel began, moving a little bit closer, almost unable to contain himself. The angel took another breath, as if still not ready to spill the beans, and Sam was starting to worry because this was not usual Gabriel behaviour. He hadn’t been humiliated once and Gabriel had been there at least ten minutes.
“Sam, I want to have a baby.”
Whatever reaction Gabriel was expecting, he didn’t seem to be expecting Sam to jump up off the sofa and almost run to the other side of the room in panic. “What the fuck, Gabe!” It wasn’t a question, but a horrified statement and Gabriel frowned. Sam wasn’t the sort of fool-hardy idiot his brother was, always striding into danger, but even so Gabriel never expected to see him like this; Sam was tall and strong and smart and he looked wrong cowering against the dirty wall of the motel room.
Gabriel was not impressed. His mouth was set at a lopsided angle, his arms moved across his chest. “That’s a great impression of your brother, the masculine bravado thing. I didn’t know you could pull it off.” There was a bitter note in Gabriel’s tone, and he looked away. But even from the other side of the room, Sam could see that pout. He’d learnt, before he knew Gabriel as Gabriel, that when the creature pouted, bad things usually happened. Normally whatever situation he’d forced them into wasn’t entertaining enough so he threw in something even more scaring. This time though he just clicked his fingers, a lollipop appearing, which the arch-angel promptly stuck between his lips.
“Gabriel, that’s not a favour, that’s a commitment.” Sam tried to explain, the words tumbling from his mouth before he even knew what he was saying. Besides, did angels even know how human reproduction worked? Sam just wasn’t going to let his mind wander down that route, because it was biologically impossible unless Gabriel was going to turn him into a girl and he was seriously not happy with that idea.
He’d forgotten that when Gabriel was around his thoughts were not necessarily his own, and while he’d been distracted from the angel the man had clearly been listening in, because now he was laughing, hard, his hands at his sides as he tried to stop himself, “Oh my dad!” He exclaimed, breathless, “Oh Sasquatch, that’s just precious.” Gabriel told him, wiping what might have even been tears from his eyes and he got up, off the sofa and made his way towards the hunter. Sam didn’t even consider moving, his feet planted to the floor. Gabriel was stood there, in Sam’s personal space, his head tipped up to look at the much taller figure. He was kind of cute, in a short, annoying, deadly sort of way.
Gabriel smirked a little more, and reached up, pinching one of those dimpled cheeks. “You aren’t so bad yourself, kiddo.” He said, and then looked over Sam in a way that made his intentions terribly, terribly clear. But Gabriel didn’t stop there, pressing himself right up against Sam and dropping his voice to the barest whisper, “I’m not suggesting you carry it, Sasquatch. I’m not suggesting I hang around either.” He said, and ran his hands down Sam’s sides, “I get what I want, which is a little company in my old age, something to occupy me and keep me out of your hair while you and Dean-o and my brother save the world, and surely that’s a good thing.”
Gabriel stepped back a little, giving Sam room to breathe without inhaling through Gabriel’s hair and the sticky, sweet candy smell that followed the angel about. It was actually surprisingly difficult to think with Gabriel so close, but even when Gabriel made his way over to one of the room’s beds, Sam still found himself muddled. He was good at logic and thinking clearly and keeping his cool, so when was Gabriel making it so difficult? It wasn’t the pouting mouth the hopeful eyes or even the way he’d pressed up against Sam, he was sure. And if he had felt hotter than usual, well when someone invaded your personal space like that, it was to be expected.
Sam stepped forward, eyes fixed on Gabriel sat on the bed, fingers moving over his shirt buttons, the first two already undone, exposing pale collarbones and that’s where Sam found his gaze resting, before he forced himself to look away.
“No, Gabriel.” He said, shakily at first, and then swallowing down his nerves. “No. I… no! You can’t just… no.” Well, maybe he could have formed a better argument if Gabriel had stopped undressing, but he hadn’t. He was just looking at Sam as he continued, the angel’s fingers stroking over his throat, over the pale skin and Sam had to fight the urge to stand his ground. “No! I am not doing this, Gabriel!”
And then he was gone, stomping out of the room and into the corridor, and leaving one very surprised angel sat on the bed.