In Which Gabriel is Always Right - stocking fic
Another stocking fic:
Title: In Which Gabriel is Always Right
Author: wolfish_willow
Pairing: Sam/Gabriel
Rating: G/PG
Disclaimer: These characters aren't mine. They belong to Kripke and the CW. No profit is being made from it. Just having some fun. :D
Word Count: 367
Warning: Mpreg, just in case that deserves a warning.
Summary: Just a morning with Sam and Gabriel
Notes: Written for shadwrayvn's stocking at spn_gabriel, originally posted here. I used the prompts/likes: Mpreg, Schmoop, Snow
"Wake up…"
Gabriel smirks when Sam's lip twitches, eyes scrunching tighter shut unconsciously in his sleep.
"Saaaaaaammy," he drawls, an impatient - but quiet - whine that causes another twitch, and a small questioning groan.
Tapping Sam's cheek lightly with the pads of his fingers, Gabriel watches his human's eyes scrunch further before fluttering open sleepily.
"Wake up, sleepy head."
"Mmphh," Sam grunts unintelligibly.
It's adorable.
"It's snowing."
That gets him. Previously sleep glazed, half lidded eyes snap open, suddenly alert. "Is this a trick?" Sam asks hesitantly, obviously unwilling to leave the warmth of their bed if Gabriel isn't being completely serious and the angel rolls his eyes.
"Would I lie to you?"
Sam narrows his eyes.
"Noooo, Sam," Gabriel heaves a put upon sigh, "This is not a trick."
The grin he receives is blinding and more than worth all the hassle it's been trying to get his human awake. He leans in for a soft, closed mouth kiss before lifting the comforter covering Sam like a cocoon of warmth and scooting down far enough to press a kiss to his human's stomach. "Heeeeey there, gorgeous," he whispers against the taut skin and he doesn’t have to look up to know that Sam is rolling his eyes, wearing that overly fond, sappy smile he pulls off so well when his guard is down enough to allow his happiness to show.
"I don't think they can hear you yet, Gabriel."
"Pfft, it's never too early for them to hear their Papa's voice," Gabriel counters, looking up and raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah," Sam agrees softly, lifting a large hand and burying it in Gabriel's hair. "You're probably right."
"I'm always right. You'll realize this eventually."
Sam shoves him over and stands, chuckling.
Soon Sam will be decked out in his favorite coat and jeans, with Gabriel's mojo keeping him warm even through an impromptu snowball fight outside the motel room. Gabriel will snap them into one of his many illusions where they can enjoy some of the best hot chocolate in existence in front of a warm, crackling fire.
But for now Gabriel is content to watch Sam laughing like he doesn't have a care in the world.
Title: In Which Gabriel is Always Right
Author: wolfish_willow
Pairing: Sam/Gabriel
Rating: G/PG
Disclaimer: These characters aren't mine. They belong to Kripke and the CW. No profit is being made from it. Just having some fun. :D
Word Count: 367
Warning: Mpreg, just in case that deserves a warning.
Summary: Just a morning with Sam and Gabriel
Notes: Written for shadwrayvn's stocking at spn_gabriel, originally posted here. I used the prompts/likes: Mpreg, Schmoop, Snow
"Wake up…"
Gabriel smirks when Sam's lip twitches, eyes scrunching tighter shut unconsciously in his sleep.
"Saaaaaaammy," he drawls, an impatient - but quiet - whine that causes another twitch, and a small questioning groan.
Tapping Sam's cheek lightly with the pads of his fingers, Gabriel watches his human's eyes scrunch further before fluttering open sleepily.
"Wake up, sleepy head."
"Mmphh," Sam grunts unintelligibly.
It's adorable.
"It's snowing."
That gets him. Previously sleep glazed, half lidded eyes snap open, suddenly alert. "Is this a trick?" Sam asks hesitantly, obviously unwilling to leave the warmth of their bed if Gabriel isn't being completely serious and the angel rolls his eyes.
"Would I lie to you?"
Sam narrows his eyes.
"Noooo, Sam," Gabriel heaves a put upon sigh, "This is not a trick."
The grin he receives is blinding and more than worth all the hassle it's been trying to get his human awake. He leans in for a soft, closed mouth kiss before lifting the comforter covering Sam like a cocoon of warmth and scooting down far enough to press a kiss to his human's stomach. "Heeeeey there, gorgeous," he whispers against the taut skin and he doesn’t have to look up to know that Sam is rolling his eyes, wearing that overly fond, sappy smile he pulls off so well when his guard is down enough to allow his happiness to show.
"I don't think they can hear you yet, Gabriel."
"Pfft, it's never too early for them to hear their Papa's voice," Gabriel counters, looking up and raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah," Sam agrees softly, lifting a large hand and burying it in Gabriel's hair. "You're probably right."
"I'm always right. You'll realize this eventually."
Sam shoves him over and stands, chuckling.
Soon Sam will be decked out in his favorite coat and jeans, with Gabriel's mojo keeping him warm even through an impromptu snowball fight outside the motel room. Gabriel will snap them into one of his many illusions where they can enjoy some of the best hot chocolate in existence in front of a warm, crackling fire.
But for now Gabriel is content to watch Sam laughing like he doesn't have a care in the world.