The Joys of Research
Title: The Joys of Research
Author: rikki_chan
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam/Gabriel (Trickster)
Claim: Sam/Gabriel (Trickster)
Theme: Theme 04: Lover’s Rock
Prompt(s): 17. Flush
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Supernatural and all its characters do not belong to me.
Summary: Sam has a thing for knowledge, for research. Gabriel knows and approves. It certainly makes this wooing thing a lot easier.
Word Count: 607
Warnings: Pre-slash
Author Notes: Based on meh_forget_it's Midnight snapshot. Thanks to those of you who alerted me, it got me in the mood to write. I was driving to class today and bam, this hit me like a flash. The whole scene played out in my head and I was kind of panicking because I was afraid I'd forget all about it. I actually got my notebook out of my bag and took notes at a couple stoplights so I wouldn't forget. Then I had to sit through two hours of Astronomy when I just wanted to write this. I was lucky too, because I wasn't too sure flush was a prompt on the table, and that was what the whole scene was based on. Anyway, I hope Gabriel is in character. I kind of went from Loki to Gabriel from my previous prompt, not sure if that's good or bad. Also...I'm starting to think this is more Gabriel/Sam (the dom usually comes first right?). Uhnn. Please let me know if I've made any big mistakes.
Gabriel grinned smugly as he watched Sam. It had been a year since Sam had summoned him and they made that deal. Sam was currently sitting cross legged on the bed, bent over several books. They were alone in a rundown motel somewhere in Nevada. Both John and Dean were gone on a hunt.
Not that there was really anything to hunt. Well, anything real that is. But the elder hunters didn’t need to know that, did they? Besides, it got them out of the way. Just a few subtle hints that whatever it is he conjured up-was it a wendigo or a ghoul?-might be looking to eat a young teenager (that may or may not look remarkably like Sam) and both men were all for leaving the youngest Winchester behind in the safety of the motel.
He tried not to feel too guilty about that, but Sam looks rather like a puppy and the face he makes when he gets left behind is nothing short of torture. Those eyes turn wide and his face gets set into a look of misery and loneliness. He tried not to let it get to him, but the first couple of weeks after they made the deal that kicked puppy looked turned to one of fear whenever he popped in. He knew when he decided Sam would be his it was going to be hard, but it still hurt just a bit.
Still, he preserved. And his patience paid off-well of course it did, hello, Archangel?-about a year after that fateful midnight. A year of popping by whatever motel the Winchesters happened to be holed up in while both the elder Winchesters were gone. A year of dropping off musty old books about random myths and legends for Sam to look through. He didn’t need to know anything from the books, he’d read all of them before, but the look in Sam’s eyes when he first glanced through one of the books dropped off was perfect. It was a look of excitement, the thrill to learn something. And that flush…
He knew the deal he made was perfect for Sam. Give him a reason to learn something, to gain knowledge and he’d take it. He’d take it like it was the Holy Grail. And Gabriel was right. Of course, learning that about Sam was rather obvious. The kid spent weeks researching how to summon a god and then went out and did it. And for what? To get an A+ on a history paper.
Gabriel chuckled softly, a small smirk in place as Sam sat there, faced flushed in excitement, eyes darting over the pages soaking up the information written there. His flush just made the whole situation perfect. He loved that look, loved that he made it happen, loved that Sam never looked like that with anyone else.
The best part about it, aside from Sam’s expression of course, was that Sam was learning. Learning all about the supernatural. Learning about things even John didn’t know about. Learning about monsters, rituals, demons, angels, about everything and anything. Sam was his, but if he died to some ugly thing thanks to John keeping things close to the chest, well…he wouldn’t be happy.
A perfect deal. The chance to see that flush and teach Sam what he needs to stay alive? All the while, Sam slowly loses the fear he had after the summoning and starts to trust him.
Oh yes, he thinks as he catches Sam’s eye and the flush of excitement turns into one of embarrassment? Pleasure?
Sam would be his.
Author: rikki_chan
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam/Gabriel (Trickster)
Claim: Sam/Gabriel (Trickster)
Theme: Theme 04: Lover’s Rock
Prompt(s): 17. Flush
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Supernatural and all its characters do not belong to me.
Summary: Sam has a thing for knowledge, for research. Gabriel knows and approves. It certainly makes this wooing thing a lot easier.
Word Count: 607
Warnings: Pre-slash
Author Notes: Based on meh_forget_it's Midnight snapshot. Thanks to those of you who alerted me, it got me in the mood to write. I was driving to class today and bam, this hit me like a flash. The whole scene played out in my head and I was kind of panicking because I was afraid I'd forget all about it. I actually got my notebook out of my bag and took notes at a couple stoplights so I wouldn't forget. Then I had to sit through two hours of Astronomy when I just wanted to write this. I was lucky too, because I wasn't too sure flush was a prompt on the table, and that was what the whole scene was based on. Anyway, I hope Gabriel is in character. I kind of went from Loki to Gabriel from my previous prompt, not sure if that's good or bad. Also...I'm starting to think this is more Gabriel/Sam (the dom usually comes first right?). Uhnn. Please let me know if I've made any big mistakes.
Gabriel grinned smugly as he watched Sam. It had been a year since Sam had summoned him and they made that deal. Sam was currently sitting cross legged on the bed, bent over several books. They were alone in a rundown motel somewhere in Nevada. Both John and Dean were gone on a hunt.
Not that there was really anything to hunt. Well, anything real that is. But the elder hunters didn’t need to know that, did they? Besides, it got them out of the way. Just a few subtle hints that whatever it is he conjured up-was it a wendigo or a ghoul?-might be looking to eat a young teenager (that may or may not look remarkably like Sam) and both men were all for leaving the youngest Winchester behind in the safety of the motel.
He tried not to feel too guilty about that, but Sam looks rather like a puppy and the face he makes when he gets left behind is nothing short of torture. Those eyes turn wide and his face gets set into a look of misery and loneliness. He tried not to let it get to him, but the first couple of weeks after they made the deal that kicked puppy looked turned to one of fear whenever he popped in. He knew when he decided Sam would be his it was going to be hard, but it still hurt just a bit.
Still, he preserved. And his patience paid off-well of course it did, hello, Archangel?-about a year after that fateful midnight. A year of popping by whatever motel the Winchesters happened to be holed up in while both the elder Winchesters were gone. A year of dropping off musty old books about random myths and legends for Sam to look through. He didn’t need to know anything from the books, he’d read all of them before, but the look in Sam’s eyes when he first glanced through one of the books dropped off was perfect. It was a look of excitement, the thrill to learn something. And that flush…
He knew the deal he made was perfect for Sam. Give him a reason to learn something, to gain knowledge and he’d take it. He’d take it like it was the Holy Grail. And Gabriel was right. Of course, learning that about Sam was rather obvious. The kid spent weeks researching how to summon a god and then went out and did it. And for what? To get an A+ on a history paper.
Gabriel chuckled softly, a small smirk in place as Sam sat there, faced flushed in excitement, eyes darting over the pages soaking up the information written there. His flush just made the whole situation perfect. He loved that look, loved that he made it happen, loved that Sam never looked like that with anyone else.
The best part about it, aside from Sam’s expression of course, was that Sam was learning. Learning all about the supernatural. Learning about things even John didn’t know about. Learning about monsters, rituals, demons, angels, about everything and anything. Sam was his, but if he died to some ugly thing thanks to John keeping things close to the chest, well…he wouldn’t be happy.
A perfect deal. The chance to see that flush and teach Sam what he needs to stay alive? All the while, Sam slowly loses the fear he had after the summoning and starts to trust him.
Oh yes, he thinks as he catches Sam’s eye and the flush of excitement turns into one of embarrassment? Pleasure?
Sam would be his.