#sabriel fluff

[mrswhozeewhatsis]

Alright, this is just fucking adorable.

How To Accidentally Create Soulmates

Gabriel had been enjoying a leisurely afternoon spent shirking everything that even vaguely resembled one of his many responsibilities, when the frantic prayer made a previously unscheduled stop inside his head.  It was, of course, from his favorite little wayward angel, Castiel, and as he listened to the panicked words as they filled his mind, well, he knew that he was going to have to personally remedy the unfolding drama before it spiraled wildly out of control.  He rolled out of the hammock that had been slung between two palm trees on the shore of a lovely little volcanic island, looked around one last time at the natural beauty that he rarely found the time to be able to enjoy, and then ascended to heaven in a whoosh of magnificent wings. 

The specific nursery was easy to find, what with the high-pitched shrieking that was carrying down the hall.  That was very concerning, as the soul nurseries were the picture-perfect ideal for all things calm and serene.  Chuck was prone to planning ahead, and one day, with no warning whatsoever, all of the archangels were marched into a special wing of heaven.  They had needed to shade their eyes against the bright glow of countless souls milling about, waiting for the time that their body would be formed and that they would then go down and live out their destined lives.  The brothers had been informed that this wing was under their personal protection, as it also contained another nursery further down the hall.  That was the one that needed their defense. 

Michael had immediately volunteered to watch over the harmless little balls of light, feeling that as they were far behind the magnificent gates of heaven, nothing would ever be able to harm them.  Their safety was ensured by their location. 

Raphael had said nothing, just standing there looking bored.  Gabriel had worried that his big brother was plotting, but he couldn’t think of a single thing that Raphael could get up to that would require a vast quantity of souls in order to accomplish it. 

Lucifer had smiled that oily smile of his, the one that let everyone know that he was up to something, just not having worked out the particulars of his insidious plan just yet.

Gabriel had stood silent, looking down at the marble floor.  Just feeling that this was not a matter that merited his concern, and that his father would inevitably pick one of his glorious warrior brothers to see to the task at hand.  Leaving Gabriel to wander off and see to his favorite hobby, animal creation.  He was still miffed that no one had been excited about his platypus, cute little thing that it was.  Perfectly adorable as far as he was concerned. 

But no.  That hadn’t been what had come to pass. 

“Well, see, I mean, I called you here to let you know that I actually had one of you selected already.”  Chuck had been a little bleary eyed as he spoke, jittery from too much of his favorite drink, something he called coffee.  Said it would be incredible once the humans discovered how to make it for themselves. 

“But see, I think that this is a responsibility that will be perfect for you, Gabriel.”  All eyes had turned towards the diminutive Archangel, some curious, some jealous, and all now utterly bored with the topic at hand, as it no longer concerned them.  For if Gabriel had been selected, then it really couldn’t have been that important anyway.  The others had wandered off as Chuck had taken Gabriel on a guided tour.  Showed him all of the different rooms, pointed out all of the potential problems, as far as Chuck saw it anyway.  Gabriel had tried to show some interest, but he really couldn’t see the point of walking down a hallway every few days, peering in through a window, nearly being blinded as the little souls simply didn’t know how to dim themselves, and then wandering off, as it wasn’t even a practical notion that he might be successful in counting them.  So, what else could he possibly do? 

Once he had assured Chuck that he was very proud to have been given this great honor, Gabriel had made a beeline to Castiel’s quarters.  He found the oddball little angel as he usually was, meditating on some profound matter.  The reason that Gabriel liked him so much was because he always had the best ideas for new animals, or at least the best theoretical ideas, which Gabriel pondered and then produced some truly inspired creations from. 

Castiel had been honored at the thought that he could help Gabriel in such a momentous way.  Gabriel had simply shrugged, thanked him, gone off to design a seahorse (because pregnant males were so going to annoy his brothers), and had forgotten all about this newly shirked responsibility.  So that was why the frantic prayer was so worrisome.  What could possibly have gone so wrong that Castiel was unable to handle it? 

The answer smacked Gabriel right in the face as soon as he opened the door, literally.  The little soul, which seemed smaller than normal, had been wailing its little metaphorical lungs out, when it had glommed onto Gabriel and slid down to rest directly over his heart.  The purring sound that was wafting up was strangely soothing, but Gabriel couldn’t focus on that, he needed to know what was going on.  His honey-gold eyes caught upon Castiel, as he sat in the middle of the floor, with his own little soul happily stuck to him.  It also appeared to be smaller than normal, and before Gabriel could ask his question, Castiel simply announced the needed answer.  Or his version of it, anyway. 

“Gabriel!  Please, I don’t know what happened!  I was passing this room when I heard a disturbance coming from within.  When I looked through the window, this soul was glowing blue and gold while trying to break free, and then it, simply passed through the glass and won’t let go of me.”  Castiel looked down at his own little purring ball of light, and Gabriel watched as it strobed with each approximation of a breath. 

“Ok, but that doesn’t explain this.  Why are there two tiny souls?”  Gabriel waved a hand at his own very small soul, noted the look of dread on Castiel’s face, and inquired, “What?  What does that look mean?” 

Castiel was now chewing on his lip, before he swallowed hard, and then squeaked out.  “It’s this soul.” 

“Come again?”  Because, no, nope, bad, so bad, no good would come of this, oh for the love of dad!  Gabriel braced himself for the answer, knowing that no matter what it was, it was not going to make the situation any better. 

“It’s the same soul.  It tore itself in two.”  Gabriel could only stare at Castiel as his mouth hung open and he pondered what he could have possibly done to have earned such an insane punishment.  Not from Castiel, of course, but from Chuck once he learned that the one and only unbreakable thing in all of creation had been broken.  In less than three weeks, that which could never be destroyed had been ripped in two. 

Gabriel realized he needed to invent some expletives, because situations like these simply called for them to be used with vigor and a shocking degree of creative inventiveness.  And he was nothing if not a linguistic connoisseur.  But that was for later.  Right now, he needed to focus on cleaning up this mess. 

“Castiel, you’re absolutely positive that this was one, single soul.  That there weren’t two tiny souls that you overlooked?”  Were it not for the precariousness of the moment he found himself tangled up within, Gabriel would have laughed at the look of pure indignant annoyance that was framed on Castiel’s worried visage.  An entire forests worth of carefully documented paperwork appeared from out of the clear blue sky and landed near Gabriel’s feet. 

“I believe that if you refer to page 1,537,951,482,706 of my notes that you will find I have measurements for only one since the very first day I assumed this responsibility.”  Gabriel realized that he had underestimated his little cohort.  As he quickly perused Castiel’s meticulous notes, the little soul that had snuggled into him glanced back over its shoulder (and Gabriel would swear on everything holy and pure to the voracity of this fact), but that it then blew a raspberry at its other half.  That prompted a sound that if Gabriel had to hazard a guess, would become the basis of a future expletive. 

Gabriel needed a minute to think, to try to puzzle out a solution to a quandary that he hadn’t seen coming.  At all.  Not only had he failed in his duties, but his minion had also broken the unbreakable, and now the two little halves seemed quite content to stay with their chosen angel.  Which could prove to be rather difficult to explain to Chuck.  Because really, how does that conversation go? 

“Hey son, you seem a little extra bright today.  Anything different?” 

“Naw, nothing at all.  Hey!  Look over there!” 

Gabriel then pictured himself running away, not stopping until he was at least four galaxies over.  He was brought out of his dire thoughts by the little soul letting out a huge yawn and then beginning to drift off to sleep.  Must have tuckered itself out after the screaming fit, was all that Gabriel could think to explain the action.  But Castiel looked down at his own half, and Gabriel knew then that they were still connected.  Even though one was now two, they still shared a bond that couldn’t be completely severed. 

Castiel was looking up at him, big blue eyes full of hope that maybe he hadn’t inadvertently destroyed their father’s most prized creation, and it was then that Gabriel decided that a little Archangel mojo was called for.  Lest he end up being punished for something that wasn’t entirely his fault.  Yes, he had delegated, but how hard could it be to look after a few quintillion souls?  Really?  Gabriel let his grace flow out, helping to wipe away Castiel’s memory of this day, and then he picked up the sleeping soul and wrapped both halves around the other. 

Gabriel watched, utterly fascinated as a closed seam appeared where the soul had been torn in two.  On further inspection, it looked as if the seam could be opened with very little effort, meaning that this soul would be able to split into two whenever it felt the desire to.  Well, he couldn’t be having that, so with a snap of his finger he did the best he could to erase their memory of this day. 

It should work, right?  I mean, what’s the worst that could happen? 

Gabriel pulled the tall drink of water that was Sam Winchester closer to him, tucking his massive head into the hollow of Gabriel’s throat.  Wondered how he had ever been foolish enough to think that he would have been able to make this determined little soul ever forget about him.  The being that had helped to motivate it to literally rip itself in half. 

Castiel and Dean were in the next room over, quiet now, after they had gotten done rearranging the furniture.  Gabriel still chuckled every single time Castiel made a reference to that damn porno.  Especially since it wasn’t even one of Gabriel’s. 

Chuck had never said a word, just given Gabriel an odd look one day.  Like Gabriel had managed to surprise him.  Or that he had done exactly what he was supposed to.  Omnipotence at work. 

It didn’t really matter.  Not anymore. 

Because what more can you do after you accidentally accomplish the impossible? 

[kingofthedaisies]

Sabriel Headcannon 🤌🏼✨

I feel like Gabe would hyper-fixate on Sam's hair like crazy— he'd do all these cute hairstyles on him and Sam would just let him bc he sees how happy Gabriel gets. And then when Dean sees Sam with the cutest braids or space buns, he just dies laughing. But Sam wears the hairstyles proudly. Like, here's specifically how I could see it going down:

Sam gets up at a relatively early-ish time (about 5am) to go for a run. When he wakes up, Gabe wakes up. Gabe is a little whiny, begging him to come back to bed, but Sam says he has to go for a run. Gabe perks up with an idea and says, "Can I put your hair up for you?!" And Sam just shrugs and says, "Sure, baby, if you want."

He goes to the bathroom to brush his teeth, and Gabe is kneeling on the counter trying to do his hair up in two little space buns— but every time he moves, whether to spit the toothpaste out or just shifting and moving while he's brushing, Gabe smack the top of his head or groans and says "Be still!!"

Eventually, Sam pauses brushing his teeth in order to let Gabe finish doing his hair. Sam goes for his run. And when he comes back, he starts cooking breakfast. Dean comes out of his room, groggy and grumpy and sleepy; Sam greets him, and he acknowledges with a quiet grunt— but his whole grumpy morning mood is changed when he spots Sam's hair, and just dies laughing.

Gabe is kicked back on a couple of chairs nearby, watching his boyfriend with awe. Sam hardly acknowledges Dean's laughter when he sets the plate of eggs in front of his big brother.

Dean still hasn't stopped laughing, "You.. you look like a Yorkie!" He says through his chortles. Sam pushes Gabe's feet off his own chair and sits down, forking at his eggs. He just shrugs. Gabe shoots a death-glare at Dean, but Dean just lets his laughter die down, saying that he really needed that "pick-me-up".

Gabe is just about to tell Dean to fuck off when Sam says, "I like it." And Gabe and Dean both look at him, kind of surprised and kind of amused. Sam just eats his eggs, and Gabe has never felt so appreciated— his hearts in his throat and he's just beaming.

And the butterflies in his stomach flutter even harder when Sam passes by him after putting his dish in the sink and gives Gabe a kiss on the cheek. "Thanks for the hair, darling," he says before glancing up to Dean and saying he'll be in the library; Dean asks him if he's gonna shower. Sam just makes a thoughtful face before saying, "No, I'm gonna wait till tonight. I like my hair up like this."

And Gabe beams like he's got the sun stuck in his throat. Gabe just watches as Sam walks out, practically overwhelmed with gratefulness.

[gabriels-golden-kazoo]

The minute Gabriel finds about nail polish he’s painting Sam’s nails. That’s just facts.

Dean could try and laugh but I think Cas would find the whole eyes and nail polish matching trend really cute so in the end Dean has his nails painted because Cas is well, Cas.

Sam didn’t really need a reason he just absentmindedly lets Gabriel paint his whilst he’s doing research, as long as Gabriel turns the page of the book for him if he can’t.

[cringemesstickles]

Wings: The Greatest Fidget Toy Of All Time.

(TickleTober Day 7: Fidget)

Summary: Sam is stressed and becomes fidgety.

Pairings: Sabriel (Sam/Gabriel)

Word Count: 1266

A/N: Third Sabriel fic in a row! Can you tell I love them a little bit? 🤭

This one is only a little angsty in the beginning but it gets really fluffy and sweet

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It was a difficult day for Sam Winchester… everything small felt significantly bigger, and the world seemed to be crushing him and drowning him in stress.

Something about being a hunter, particularly a hunter that’s been to hell and back and seen the world nearly end about a hundred times, is that the future really starts to weigh you down. Anxiety creeps in and every sound, feeling, or occurrence feels like a warning.

It gets absolutely suffocating.

For Sam, it forced him to hide away in his room and burrow under his covers and hope that the world won’t spontaneously combust.

While Sam was doing just that, the archangel, Gabriel, popped up beside his boyfriend, sitting on the edge of the bed. The sudden dip in the mattress caused the hunter to gasp and shoot up from under the covers, his hair tousled and his eyes wide as he prepared to fist fight any threat in the room.

“Woah there, Sammich! Don’t get too excited to see me.” The archangel teased with a grin, his golden wings flapping slightly behind him as he raised his hands in mock defense.

The Winchester breathed a sigh of relief, but his expression quickly turned sour.

“I’m not in the mood for your games, Gabriel.” He grumbled before laying back down, facing away from his boyfriend.

The trickster cocked his head to the side and raised a brow, not expecting the abnormally cold remark. After a surprise visit, Sam usually relaxed and gave a playfully annoyed response… but this was a real annoyed response.

Gabriel could tell something was up.

“Someone’s down in the dumps, eh?” He hummed, moving closer to his lover and brushing a hand through his hair, trying to offer some form of relaxation and support.

Sam felt himself immediately relax under the gentle touches, leaning back against the archangel and closing his eyes. His brows creased, showing how stressed he really was.

He shuttered. “A little bit…”

Gabriel softened. He laid himself down fully, pressing his body against Sam’s and wrapping an arm around him, resting his chin on the taller man’s shoulder.

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

Almost instinctively, one of his wings protectively draped over Sam like a blanket.

The younger relaxed further and he felt at least some of his anxiety melt away under the warmth.

“I-I don’t know… the world just feels suffocating…”

As Sam started to talk, one of his hands became drawn to the archangel’s wing, his fingers fidgeting with the soft edge of it. Gabriel didn’t expect it, but he didn’t fully mind… it just felt a bit… sensitive.

“It’s like no matter how many times we stop the apocalypse or the end of the world, there’s always more… I-I hate not being able to predict it… disaster is just always looming over me and I can’t-”

Sam’s anxious ramblings were interrupted by a muffled chuckle. What the hell? Was his boyfriend laughing at him?

Sam continued to fidget, his other hand joining in to play with the feathers, his irritation growing as the archangel continued to laugh.

“What the hell, Gabe? How is that funny?!” He growled, his fingers fussing more intensely as he got more anxious.

When they accidentally dug into the base of the wing, it gave a harsh flap and the archangel fell back, nearly tumbling off the side of the mattress as he barked out a laugh.

“I-I’m not laughing at you!!! Quit messing with my wing like it’s some stress toy!”

Sam startled as his boyfriend hastily sat up, clutching his wing and brushing it off. He tilted his head and observed before a look of realization took over his features. A smile tugged at his lips and he stifled a giggle of his own.

“Oh… ticklish wings, huh?” He snorted, causing a blush to spread on Gabriel’s cheeks.

“Oh, shut up! You’re one to talk about ticklishness!” He pouted playfully, giving Sam’s tummy a poke, which resulted in a squeak and a jolt.

The hunter huffed and shot his boyfriend a glare before becoming slightly mischievous.

“You know, I still feel kind of anxious… I need to keep my hands occupied for a bit.”

He then grabbed the archangels wing to hold it still, using the other to scribble over the soft, feathered surface. Gabriel squawked and fell back, erupting in loud, frantic laughter.

“Sammy, you evil, evil, soul!” He cried, kicking his legs and flapping his free wing while the other twitched helplessly under the gentle assault.

Sam’s fingers were thorough, but careful, not wanting to cause any harm to the golden appendages. He began to notice that as his boyfriend continued to laugh and squirm, the room felt brighter and things suddenly didn’t feel so terrible. He felt the weight lifting from his shoulders and his anxiety melting away.

All this from a little tickling?

Sam began to laugh with the archangel, his eyes crinkling in mirth as his fingers scratched at the most sensitive parts of his lover’s wing. He loved the sound of the archangels laugh… it never failed to rub off on him and draw out a similar sound.

“Sammy, stohohohop! This is torture!” Gabriel whined, his hair mussing up as he whipped his head back and forth. Tears of mirth began to fall and his cheeks were brighter than the Winchester’s expression.

“Why would I stop? This is pretty stress relieving.” Sam teased, but slowed down, not wanting to overstimulate the archangel, knowing that the wings can be quite sensitive. Besides… he felt lighter already.

Gabriel gave Sam a mock glare, seizing the opportunity to push him off and straddle him, his wings flapping playfully.

“You like fidgeting, huh?! Well my wings feel pretty fidgety too!” He growled, smirking at the younger’s wide-eyed expression. Sam looked like a dear in headlights and it was almost impossible for the archangel not to laugh.

“I think you deserve a taste of your own medicine!” With a cheeky grin, Gabriel let the tips of his wings flutter against Sam’s neck, eliciting a burst of embarrassingly squeaky giggles and soft snorts. The gentle flitting of the feathers against his skin was enough to drive him up the wall, but also melt away the rest of his anxiety, leaving none at all.

He felt so happy and… free.

“Hey!! T-That’s cheating!” He protested, shaking his head and using his hands to try and cover his neck, only for the archangel to pin them to the side.

“Oh, I think it’s fair game… you torture my wings, I torture you with my wings.” Gabriel grinned and a squeal rang out as he flicked the tip of his wing against his boyfriend’s ear.

“Oh yeah… totally fair.”

Sam’s laughter echoed through the room, blending with the archangel’s warm chuckles and occasional teasing. For the first time that day, Sam’s chest didn’t feel heavy and his mind wasn’t swimming with dark thoughts.

Gabriel decided to ease up, his fingers brushing gently against Sam’s flushed cheeks as he leaned down, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose.

“Feeling a little less suffocated, Samshine?” The older man teased, his golden eyes full of affection.

Sam’s breathing evened out, his giggles fading into contented sighs as he glanced up at his boyfriend, a small, relaxed smile spreading across his lips.

“Yeah…” He whispered, “Thanks, Gabe.”

The archangel grinned, moving to lay beside Sam.

“Anything to get you smiling like that, sugar.”

The rest of their agenda had nothing to do with research or hunting… only cuddles and laughter.

And maybe a little more “fidgeting…”

[seraphsfire]

Some jayvik fluff + minor hurt/ comfort for you on this fine monday afternoon

[waywardships]

Gabriel doesn’t need to sleep, like any angel, but he indulges occasionally if only to block off the world around him for a few hours. The first night he stays in Sam’s bed after one of their hookups, he closes his eyes and listens to the quiet breathing of the man next to him before allowing himself to drift off.

In the morning he wakes first, smiling softly when he feels Sam’s arm draped over his waist. He reaches out, lightly brushing his fingers across Sam’s cheek before tucking a strand of brunette hair behind the taller man’s ear. He could never admit how much he wants more, doesn’t want to show himself to be so vulnerable.

Sam feels the soft touch on his cheek as consciousness comes to him, but doesn’t dare open his eyes. He feels Gabriel shift in the bed, followed by a light kiss pressed to his temple before the weight next to him is gone. A sharp hollowness fills his chest when he opens his eyes and finds himself alone.

[leatafandom]

Last Blind Date

Fandom/Ship: Supernatural - Sabriel: Sam Winchester/Gabriel Rating: Teen Word Count: 3,888

Warnings and Tags: Fluff, first dates, blind dates, set up, human au, baker Gabriel, lawyer Sam, awkward first dates, sexual innuendo, humor is Gabriel's go to, Sam digs it, heavy rain, a very wet Sam Winchester, prompt fic

Summary: Sam and Gabriel have never crossed paths, but share the same eager friend who sees the potential of the two if they'd just get their heads out of their work.

Author Note: Inspired by one of @fanficocean's moodboards for their April Coffee Shop Challenge and @Spnfanficpond's monthly prompt: Breakfast. I know no spn in the ocean, but Sabriel was calling to me this weekend and food prompts just generally make me think of Gabe. For some more vibes regarding music playing at the end this story, check out Heat of the Moment, a piano instrumental 'cause I couldn't resist and also what else would be playing.

Read a snipping from, Last Blind Date, Rated Teen, below or in full on my Ao3.

*note, this story (and all of my others) on Ao3 is locked for registered Ao3 users.

Last Blind Date

Gabriel groaned in the back section of his shop, looking down at the flour that had still managed to get on him despite his efforts. He hadn't planned on baking so late, but Benny had called in sick and his nephew was still in morning classes.

“Fuck,” he cursed in front of the ovens.

He'd already had to reschedule this stupid blind date three times, he couldn't cancel now. “Double fuck,” he cursed, looking at the clock on the wall. He didn't even have time to run upstairs to his apartment and change.

He really couldn't cancel, since Sam had done more than compromise by meeting him for a breakfast date at his shop instead of drinks or dinner. The pastry chef tried to pat himself off more as he rolled down his shirt sleeves, but there was no getting rid of the dough that had splattered on his pants.

Gabriel hung his head, giving up on getting any more splatter off himself. “Great,” he sighed, moving to his office and pulling off his hair net to try and fix his combed back hair at least. “Why the hell am I doing this?” He asked his reflection.

He couldn't remember the last time he'd been on a date, let alone a blind one. Gabriel rubbed his eyes, looking at his phone and at the last text he had received from Sam.

‘Running late, this rain is murder. I'll be there in twenty, maybe.’

Gabriel frowned, that had been fifteen minutes ago. He was running out of time to mentally prepare himself. After his last attempt at a date, he was desperate not to make himself look like an idiot in front of his employees. Employees who, including Jack, had started placing bets on how it would go.

A knock sounded on his open door, and his eyes flew to the brunette grinning in the doorway.

“I think your knight in wet armor is here,” Meg teased. “He's cute,” she added, bouncing her brows.

Gabriel's eyes looked towards the front before shooting back to the near giddy woman. “How cute?” He asked, leaning forward in his chair. “Like cute as in I bet he has a great personality, or cute like I'm gonna be a bumbling asshole before I even sit down?”

Meg's smile widened if possible. “Cute as in, I'm gonna win the bet on how fast you make a sleazy come on, just to see him blush and ruin any chance of more than one night in a breath.”

Gabriel groaned, Meg knew him too well. “Triple fuck,” he cursed under his breath, texting the one responsible for this and reminding her how much he hated her.

“He looks even hotter all drippy," she teased. "Like a tall, sexy, wet puppy.”

Gabriel glared at her. “Aren't we super busy?” He reminded her, pointing at the front, his nerves already on edge.

“Mhm.” Meg chuckled. “Crowley put ‘im at table six,” she said, taking one more look over her boss before turning from the doorway. "Good luck."

“Thanks.”

Gabriel sighed, standing and patting down his pockets and smoothing out his dusty clothes.

“This is the last time, I swear,” he promised to himself, rolling his shoulders and walking with purpose towards the front.

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[yougrew-upunacave]

I'm writing a supernatural fix it fic in my notes app and when i get done would anyone be interested in me posting it on here?

[veeva-i0i]

Just jumping in to say that I'm still NOT normal about soulmates Gabriel and Sam.

[xx-blueboy-xx]

Day Three: Inspired | Suptobber 2023

CW: None!

Words: 997

The pencil scratched over the page, and Sam tilted his head at it - his brows creased and he groaned, grabbing his eraser and scrubbing it across the page with a vengeance. Nothing looked right. What was worse? He had a sketch-phase due tomorrow and he has nothing. He knows that he could just put some bullshit on the page and turn it in and when the final looked utterly different? Well, he could just make the excuse he changed ideas. But that isn;t how Sam Winchester does anything. He is an all or nothing kind guy. Sometimes his own integrity bothers him. But when you leave your hyper masculine and toxic family to go to an art school in California? You have to want to be better. To prove yourself. 

He sighs deeply and he presses his head to the back of the wall behind him. He is sitting inside of the library, one of his favorite places on campus to work. Not only is it always quiet, but the librarians love him and allow him to be here for hours. Even when sometimes it is technically ‘closed’. He also gets special access to study rooms should he want them. Being the ‘teacher’s pet’ pays well and he still doesn’t understand why his fellow students will dig at him for it. He looks around, deciding to begin watching people. 

Afterall, Sma has discovered there is no easier way to find a muse - than by simply looking at those around you. Especially on a college campus, where so many people from all kinds of walks of life could be passing by. The library was particularly dead this time of day, considering it was a late-friday night. His fellow students all loved to go to parties, that just wasn’t his scene. He chewed on the end of his pencil as he looked around, desperately searching for anyone. That’s when he saw him. Sam had to stop himself from gasping out in awe. Standing across the way was one of the most beautiful man he has ever seen, and he isn’t even sure why. Afterall, he wasn’t all that near what most people would call attractive, and by that, Sam means he wasn’t a Hollywood hunk. Yet, he couldn’t tear his eyes away. 

He was standing across the way, in front of the massive stained glass window that depicted an archangel of some kind in the rainbow glass. Oddly enough, he was practically posed in the same way as the saint behind him, completely covering the human parts - but instead of holding a lily a large lollipop was in his hand. The large-golden wings that spread from the image behind him almost looked as if they were his, spreading from his back. His golden-colored hair helped to make the illusion almost seamless. His eyes as moonlight and the bright lights of the library illuminated him made them look as if they were glowing. The whiskey color refracting the light in a million shades of orange and gold. 

There were distinct smile lines in his features, and he looked to be at least in his early thirties. He was wearing a strangely fancy outfit for a college campus, and Sam had to wonder who he was. Why he was here? He was wearing a loose, black-buttondown that had the collar unbuttoned, and it was tucked into pin-striped pants, a deep green color. His shoes were shining. 

Sam’s hand was moving before he could even realize it as he despret;ly began to sketch. It was messy and not his best work, but he recognized that the moment the man stepped away - there would be no hope in capturing this image again. He was already committing to memory the colors of his eyes and the wings. He looked up from his paper, and back at the man several times. Who oddly enough was just standing there, chewing on his lollipop. Which made his nose scrunch up. Who the hell bites into a lollipop? It seemed he was casually leaning against the glass, looking off at the bookshelf that was in front of him. 

Sam swallowed, as minutes began to pass by and the man hadn’t moved an inch, which he was grateful for: but it started to worry him. Then, as the last pencil stroke of his imperfect sketch (it looked better than expected whoever) went across the page, golden eyes fixated on him. It was matched with a wide-knowing grin. 

His face flushed red. 

Oh. He realized with pure embarrassment coursing through his body, the man had clearly known he was being watched. He had posed for Sam. The blonde didn’t approach him; he simply wiggled his fingers at him, before stuffing his hands into his pockets. He pulled something out. There had to be at least ten feet between them, but yet, the chocolate he tossed landed perfectly in the art student’s lap. Sam fumbled, feeling the flush in his features simply deepen. He nearly dropped the chocolate as he picked it up and out of his lap, he turned it over. Mind whirling. 

He looked up, only to realize the man was gone. Which was a bit of a shock, because he hadn’t seen nor heard him walk away. Sam was usually hyper aware of his surroundings. The second thing that shocked him was that the stained glass window he realized was depicting something entirely different. There was no archangel in it, but flowers and trees. A landscape. 

He recognized slowly that it had never been an archangel. 

A chill went down his spine and he swallowed. He glances down at his sketchbook staring at the angel he had drawn. He traced his fingers delicately over the dark-gray lines that made up the six-massive wings. Golden. Just like his eyes. 

Sam stumbled up and he stuffed everything into his bag, tossing it over his shoulder. 

The next day, he would chalk everything up to his lack of sleep. 

[thefandomsinhalor]

Hello everyone! 'Tis the season! And in case some of you are in the mood to read some wintery (❄️) or Christmasy (🎄) SPN fics, I thought I'd put a list of all the fics I've written over the years that could help with that craving 😊 All works are on AO3 and all have a happy ending. 💜

The Hunter's Oath

❄️| 20K | T | Destiel | Cabin Fic | Fantasy & Supernatural Elements | Celestial Castiel  | Isolation | Winter | Dean and Castiel Have a Profound Bond | Slow Build | Angst |

Tasked with the important tradition of fulfilling an Oath to a celestial being, Dean is feeling the weight of loneliness more and more, after years of isolation on the mountain. Until one night, he is gifted a surprise: the god himself shows up with the desire to explore their bond for a time.

The Impetuous Engagement

🎄| 27K | T | Destiel | Cabin AU | Snowed In | Engaged Castiel | Sharing a Bed |

On his way to his fiancé who he met online, Castiel somehow finds himself stuck in a small Alaskan village, cut off from the rest of the world and with no way of reaching him. But Castiel’s fellow passenger, Dean, is very eager to help him with housing, and perhaps something more as well…

Let Your Heart Be Light

🎄| WIP |  Not Rated | Destiel | Alternate Universe - Modern Settings | Friends to Lovers | Growing Up | Fluff & Angst | Pining | Background Sabriel |

On Christmas Eve, five-year-old Dean meets a boy of the same age, named Castiel. With every passing year, their friendship blossoms, and soon, Dean knows that he is drawn to his friend more deeply he’d like to admit. The question is: will he do something about it before it's too late?

The Lucky Pairs of Christmas Underwear

🎄| 55K | Not Rated | Destiel & Sabriel | Modern Setting AU | Angst and Fluff | Castiel and Dean Are Co-workers | Gabriel is courting Sam Winchester

Sam and Dean are both disappointed when it appears that they won't be able to spend the holidays together—something they had always managed to do in the past—but this turn of events offers them both the opportunity to seek someone else to share their respective holidays with.

Pie Makes Everything Better

🍗 | 4K | G | Destiel | Bakery AU | Fluff | Meet Cute |

It’s Thanksgiving and Dean is desperate for an apple pie. Luckily, there is still one bakery that appears to be open and Dean finds the cashier to be very kind and handsome.

The Waltz of Shilly-Shallying

🎄| 36K | E | Destiel | Veterinarian and Pet Groomer AU | Fluff | Miscommunications | Mutual Pining | Castiel is Jack Kline’s Parent | Belphegor is Jack Kline’s Imaginary Friend |

Crushing on each other for quite some time, Dean and Castiel both hesitate to make a move. One thinks the feeling isn’t mutual while the other figures it’s best to focus on his familial duties and remain friends. That is until they find themselves under the mistletoe.

The Way to a Man's Heart (In a Blizzard)

❄️ | 4K | G | Destiel | Neighbours AU | Fluff | Snowed In | Baker Castiel |

Determined to spend the weekend on his own as a snow storm hits the city, Dean may change his mind when a handsome neighbor knocks on his door. Propositioning him with delicious food, no less.

What the Heart Misses

🎄| 5K | G | Destiel | Canon Divergent | Fluff | S15E14 - Last Holiday | Dean Winchester Loves Castiel | Sam Knows | Gift Exchange

After learning that the Winchesters and Jack celebrated Christmas with Mrs. Butters, Castiel takes the opportunity to give Dean a Christmas present. Which then prompts Dean to reflect on the nature of their bond.

Bonus fic (because it has one (big) Christmasy chapter):

The Moonlight Rule

129K | E | Destiel | Modern Setting AU | Slow Burn | Marriage of Convenience | Ranch | Friends to Lovers | Trauma | Home Invasion | Angst and Fluff |

After the sudden passing of Henry Winchester, Castiel learns that the late Mr. Winchester made last minute changes in his will: Dean will only inherit the family ranch he’s been running, if he marries Castiel and stays married for at least six months.

In the mood for any spn fics? Here's my whole list of works on AO3, including my latest fic Icebreaker (Hockey AU written for spn bang bang 😉) 💜💜💜

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Conversations in the Dark

Rating: Teen

Warnings and Tags: Mentioned/Referenced trauma, angst, redefining relationships, getting together, fix it kinda, post finale, Sam Winchester's angst beard, comfort, dealing with trauma, past trauma, post cage, post Asmodeus, song fic,

Word Count: 2,894

Ship: Sabriel - Sam Winchester/ Gabriel

Author Notes: I did it! Words and a completed story! Thank you @huntressandlioness1 for beta’ing this for me, and thank you @lord-angelfish and @incorrectcoldflashblog for inspiring me to finish it. Happy Reading! The lyrics and the title are from John Legend’s song by the same name.

Summary: Sam and Gabriel finally talk. Inspired by: People aren’t made for each other, that's not how relationships work. People make themselves for each other and the song Conversations in the Dark by John Legend.

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Conversations in the Dark

Sam wasn't sure how they had gotten here. They had known each other for years, and most of the time he had hated the archangel sitting beside him. Now, however, he just wished it wasn't so weird between them. He ran his fingers back through his hair scratching at his scalp as he shifted on the cushions. His legs spread more as he got more comfortable leaning against the armrest. Sam couldn't help but swallow when Gabriel didn't move his crossed legs that pressed against his knee. He had expected him to. It had been decades since they had been anything physical, and after Sam had seen him at his worst, the archangel seemed to enjoy their distance. 

Sam had thought that maybe they would have something, maybe not something like they could have before, but had hoped that they could be at least friends. The brunette wasn't sure they were friends as they sat beside each other watching some B horror movie the celestial and Dean had chosen for this week's movie night. His eyes glanced to the other as Gabriel laughed a Red Vine hanging out of his mouth as he leaned towards where Dean and Castiel were sitting. His brother and Gabriel shared a laugh as Castiel watched the film with more intensity than it deserved. 

Sam offered a smile, looking back to the screen and sighing inwardly. It wasn't like Gabriel hated him, but ever since Jack had brought back the archangel, they hadn't talked. It was always: “Hiya Sammy,” and “Later Moose,” and of course “Where's Cassie at?” 

The tall hunter didn't remember when exactly they had given up on trying to have a conversation, but they had at some point. They had filled nights and days with talking and listening to each other. Sam had listened and comforted the archangel as he struggled with nightmares and Gabriel had listened to Sam's plights in return. The archangel was still one of the few people alive who knew Sam still struggled with knowing what was real and what wasn't, that he still had night terrors. 

Sam tried to be understanding. They had all witnessed the archangel at his lowest, had lost everything he had left to lose, and when he wasn't particularly pleased with being brought back. They had talked about that, it was probably the last conversation they had had, now that Sam thought about it. 

Sam couldn't believe that Gabriel hadn't found a way to move away from him. He shifted his hand under his chin as the screen flickered, and the credits started to roll. He blinked, having missed the majority of it lost in his thoughts. Sam looked up and said good night to his brother and Cas, catching the remote when Dean tossed it to him knowing despite the late hour Sam wasn't going to bed yet. His eyes slid to Gabriel who looked ready to stand in the dim light the TV offered. 

Talk, let's have conversations in the dark

"Hey, um… You got a sec? Can we talk?" 

Gabriel’s silhouette visibly stiffened in the darkness. "Sure, Sam…" he cleared his throat shifting in his seat. “We can talk,” he added, finally moving from Sam's side. 

Sam sucked in a harsh breath through his teeth at the loss of contact. The brunette frowned, looking away from the archangel towards the television, turning it off and basking in the darkness. He swallowed, glancing at the yellow lights that filled the hallway with light and filtered weakly into the dark den.

Watch movies that we've both already seen

"Whatcha wanna talk ‘bout, champ?" Hesitation colored Gabriel’s tone.

Sam could practically feel the buzz of Gabriel's anxious grace in the air. "Us," he ventured, a hand scraping over his jaw before sliding around the back of his neck. "Do you…" Sam sighed feeling the archangel shift but was unable to make out more than his outline in the dim light as he glanced at him. He looked back to the hallway with a frown, half hating that Gabriel could probably make out his every facial tic while he couldn't see the dirty blonde at all. "Do you not wanna be around me anymore?" He finally braved with a wave of his hand. 

"No,” the word sounded like it was punched out of him. “No, Sam, I don't want that.” Gabriel shifted more, and Sam could feel his stare before he turned away again. "I like hanging out with you," he mumbled with reluctance. 

The hunter waited, thinking he would say more, but after a long stretch, Sam could hear the crinkle of cellophane and the crunch of chips. 

Sam sighed, fingers rubbing over his bearded jaw, thinking about the archangel's response before shaking his head. “Why wouldn’t you look at me now?” He could feel the twitch of Gabriel’s vessel beside him, despite the distance the shorter being had put between them on the cushions. “I thought… I thought maybe it was just something new. That you had trouble with and would do to everyone. But you don’t do it with everyone, just me.” 

“I look at you! What are you talking about? I look at you all the time,” Gabriel rebutted, scoffing at the idea.

I ain't even looking at the screen

It's true, I got my eyes on you

"I've been lookin’ at you all night," he admitted in a quiet voice, half covered by the crunch of quickly forgotten potato chips.

Sam blinked at the admittance. Unsure what to do with the honesty in his voice or the knowledge that Gabriel had been watching him throughout the movie. That he didn't see the archangel looking at him whenever he wasn't paying attention. The hunter frowned, however, shaking his head and dismissing the information. Gabriel had been able to look at him and talk to him before, this was different.

“But it's more than that,” Sam insisted, looking at his long fingers as he toyed with a seam in his armrest. “We don't talk. You practically run away from me every time we're in a room together." 

He sighed as frustration and anxiety bled into his voice. His fear that he was too different, too changed after the Cage for the wayward archangel that was back to full strength, made his heart clench. Fear that he was too tainted and broken, a reminder to the archangel of everything that had happened overwhelmed him for a moment before he forced it down with a rub of his palm. 

“I know my soul is different now. Is that…” Sam let his voice trail off, unable to ask outright even in the embracing darkness.

"What?!" Gabriel coughed, a crinkle sounding as chips were dropped, and the bag fell to the ground.  

And you say that you're not worthy

You get hung up on your flaws

Sam didn't look up from his fingers feeling the archangel move closer to him. Gabriel pulled a clicking breath through his teeth, shaking his head. 

“No, what? Sam how could you-" 

Hands rushed to touch the hunter's bicep before they stopped just before they could make contact. Sam's gaze flicked to him watching the shake of Gabriel's head and squinting to try to make out the archangel's face in the dark. 

"It's not that, never that. It's not what you think.” 

The hunter couldn't help the tightness in his voice when the archangel retreated from him, watching Gabriel's hands drop to the space still between them on their shared loveseat. 

“Please, tell me what you think I think,” the brunette said, looking away from him again just to glare at the dark TV, fingers fidgeting with the fabric.

The archangel moved closer, removing the space he had put between them. “That there is something wrong with your soul, that there is something wrong with it, and that's why I haven't been around you since I got juiced up.” Sam flinched at the accuracy, and Gabriel's eyes lit with a slow flow of grace permeating the darkness. “Because there isn’t, Sam Winchester. Your soul is beautiful and strong. If anything I think you’re more miraculous than before,” Gabriel admitted openly in the cover of darkness. 

But in my eyes, you are perfect as you are

“You know, some people find scars sexy,” he teased, pairing the jest with a soft clench of his hand on Sam's tense arm.

The hunter let out a huff of a laugh that quickly turned into an unstoppable rumble of laughter, when he looked back at the being he just wanted more time with. The archangel's eyes still held a dim glow of grace and allowed the human to make out the rise of Gabriel's cheeks as he smiled. Sam couldn't shake his smile, letting out a sigh at the celestial’s unending ability to make him laugh. 

“That was terrible, Gabe," the brunette voiced when his laughter finally ended.

“Mhm,” Gabriel said and Sam caught the movement of the archangel's shoulders in a shrug out of the corner of his eyes. “Doesn't make it less true, Sam.” 

“Then what is it, Gabriel?” Sam asked, hands moving to his chest as he continued. “Did I… Did I do something?” 

A hard huff of air left Gabriel's borrowed lungs. "Did you do something?" He repeated as a long stretch of silence passed between them. 

"No, Sam. It's me…” he said with a sigh, head going back against the sofa. “I'm the one that did everything, kid," Gabriel mumbled, letting his hand slide slowly from Sam’s arm. "I just don't know how to be around you."

I won't ever try to change you, change you

I will always want the same you, same you

Swear on everything I pray to

The moment the too-warm hand left his bicep Sam missed it. "What-!" He bit back his words, sealing his lips in a tight line at the sound of his raised voice. The brunette cleared his throat, pinching the bridge of his nose with his forefinger and thumb, and tried to control his tone and frustration. "What does that mean?” He asked more evenly. “You’ve seen me at my worst. We both have seen each other at their worst,” Sam added, his left hand moving to rest over his own stomach, remembering the first time he'd watched the archangel die and the last. 

“It's different, Sam.” 

The hunter shook his head, knowing what he met but not accepting it. “Look, we’ve both changed a lot since the university. But my point is, I know we’ve been different for a while, even before the TV land thing. Before you kissed me...” 

Sam had never been sure how he'd felt about it then, what they had started, but now he knew better. He had changed his opinion of the then Trickster before Gabriel had laid it on so thick he would have been a fool to miss it. It was only when Gabriel realized that the brunette had never outed him, even when he had confronted him about it before the holy fire, that their dynamic had changed for the first time. Only for them to continue changing as the decades passed them by. 

“Yeah,” Gabriel paused, his vessel still beside Sam, head still back as he thought about their first kiss, their first fuck, and the slow death and lie-riddled history that colored their relationship. “I get it, Sam. But, I…” 

Sam was quiet, turning in his seat to face Gabriel. He swallowed brows furrowing as he tried to get a glimpse of Gabriel's face in the dark. His hazel gaze watched for any movement in the suddenly still archangel. He watched as Gabriel's chest rose and fell with a heavy sigh before the archangel pressed on. 

“I don't know how to act with someone who knows me, Sam,” Gabriel finally said, the words sounding like they were being ripped from him. “It's been…” Gabriel let out a humorless laugh, hands going to his face in the dark. “Fuck, I don't even know how long it's been. When did planets start orbiting stuff?” 

Sam bit back a laugh he knew would derail Gabriel if he let it out, turning his head from him but not his body. “You think I know you?” The hunter asked, more amazed than anything that he could be the one who knew Gabriel most. 

The archangel's hands left his face and Sam didn't need his sight to feel Gabriel's incredulous eyebrow raise and his head turned to him. The look even in the dark caused Sam to shift against the back of the sofa, a small smile worming onto his lips at the ball of happiness that started to unravel in his chest. 

“Yeah, kiddo, you,” Gabriel said as he turned on the sofa, propping his head on his fist and resting his elbow on the back of the sofa. “No one’s ever listened to me like you do.” 

Keep the secrets that you told me, told me

“You haven't ever let someone listen to you before, but…” Sam didn't hide his smile licking over his bottom lip and chewing on it before looking back at the archangel. “I'm happy it was me.” 

“Me too,” Gabriel said in a melodic breath.

Sam smiled, eyes glancing down to the space between them. “No one has ever really listened like you do either and understood, or at least honestly tried to.” He shifted slightly, enjoying how the space between them had shrunk when Gabriel moved closer. 

Well, I could sleep forever next to you, next to you

And we, we got places we both gotta be

Gabriel nodded slightly, head tilted down as if he was looking at their touching knees. “I don't want it to be weird, Sam. I just… I can't be like before and I don't know how to be this.” 

But there ain't nothing I would rather do

Than blow off all my plans for you

Sam didn't need the hand gestures Gabriel gave to himself to understand what he meant. Sam wasn't sure he would be able to handle how they were before, all heat and rough touches, and he could imagine why an archangel who had never had an honest and open relationship, platonic or otherwise, for the past few eons didn't know how to act now.

“I don't really know how to either, Gabe,” Sam said with a shrug, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked over Gabriel's silhouette in the dark. “I don't know if you've noticed my track record, but it's not great either.” He scoffed, shaking his head to dislodge the dark thoughts trying to worm into his brain. The act was made easier when he felt Gabriel's hand squeeze his kneecap. “But I do know I miss you… I miss talking to you, like this,” Sam ventured, laying his hand over the archangel's.

“I miss listening to you,” Gabriel said, not moving his head, but also didn't move his hand. “And having you to talk to.”

“I didn't go anywhere.” 

And you say that you're not worthy

And get hung up on your flaws

Gabriel let out a derisive sound clicking his tongue on the back of his teeth. “I know, Sam,” he murmured, turning his hand over to take Sam's in his and toying with his long fingers. “I know I was the one that ran, again… I'm really good at it.” 

But in my eyes, you are perfect as you are

As you are

Sam let a chuckle slip past his lips spreading his fingers so that Gabriel could run his fingers over and between them as he lifted his palm. “You are the best at running…” he chuckled again but this time it sounded a bit more somber. “I certainly never got as far as you.” 

I won't ever try to change you, change you

I will always want the same you, same you

Swear on everything I pray to

At that, Gabriel laughed too. “Yeah, worked out better for you than me though,” he paused as his fingers paused in between Sam's, interlacing them. “I don't wanna run from you, it's just-” 

“Kinda what you do?” 

When no one seems to notice

And your days, they seem so hard

“Yeah,” Gabriel groaned out. “See, you do know me!” 

Sam hummed, nodding slowly hearing the false cheer in Gabriel's voice and clenching his fingers around the archangel's. Sam hadn't really thought about it before Gabriel had said it, but he did know him. The brunette closed his eyes as Gabriel's finger tips ran over his sighing softly into the quiet. He didn't think anyone knew as much about him as Gabriel. Sam wouldn't feel comfortable talking to anyone else about most of it, and he didn't think anyone could take it in stride like Gabriel had. 

My darling, you should know this

My love is everywhere you are

“How about instead of running away you could just run to me?” Sam asked after a long moment of quiet, his eyes having closed in the darkness and focused on the feeling of Gabriel's hand in his and his knee pressed against his. 

I'll be there when you get lonely, lonely 

Keep the secrets that you told me, told me

“I think I can manage that, Sam,” he said in a whisper. 

I won't break your heart

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gabriel/Sam Winchester, Castiel/Dean Winchester Characters: Sam Winchester, Gabriel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Jo Harvelle, various angels Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Christmas, Fluff, Alternate Universe - Human, Swearing, so much swearing Summary:

Dean looks down at the plate of party food and frowns. "You were all excited about coming out and seeing me. But Cas had already planned this shindig. I didn't want you to back out."

Sam's smile falters. "His brothers are coming, aren't they?"

"Not all of them! Just a few. One or two." Dean looks doubtful for a minute. "Three? I forget what Cas said. But not--" He cuts himself off. "It'll be fine."

"Not the prick," Sam says dully.

"Hey!" Dean says, spreading his arms wide. "Would I do that to you? I swear, Gabriel won't be here. He's not even coming back to town for Christmas."

(Or: Sam goes home for Christmas and is visited by the Ghosts of Holiday Parties, Doomed Teenage Romances, and Second Chances.)

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Work? Nah…

(TickleTober Day 12: Mischief)

Summary: Gabriel is very distracting

Pairing: Sabriel

Word Count: 419

A/N: had another long shift, so this was also a bit rushed… but it’s done and they’re cute and I love them sm 🥺

They’re my little sillies 🤭

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Sam sat at the rickety table in the bunker’s library, where he always seemed to be nowadays... His brow was furrowed with that all-too-familiar determination, jaw tight as he scrawled down notes. The faint glow of the nearby lamp cast shadows across his face, making the already serious expression even more prominent.

Gabriel watched him from a few feet away, lounging lazily in one of the old leather armchairs, a mischievous grin tugging at his lips. The archangel’s golden eyes sparkled with a glint of mischief, a look that promised trouble.

Gabriel loved his boyfriend dearly, but the man could get way too uptight.

The archangel sat boredly on the table, a sucker sticking out of his mouth. Sam had repeatedly demanded he get down, but where was the fun in listening?

Occasionally, the shorter man would pull a little trick… confetti, party blowers, anything to cause mischief. Sam’s frustration only grew, while his window of tolerance threatened to slam shut.

Why did he have to fall in love with a trickster?

When the archangel threw confetti at him for what felt like the millionth time, the Winchester slammed his hands against the table, his head snapping towards Gabriel.

“Knock it off, Gabe! I’m trying to work!”

Gabriel’s eyes widened with surprise, but the expression quickly morphed to one of cheekiness— like a persistent toddler that knew it was doing wrong, but couldn’t help pressing for the fun of it.

“Hey, Gigantor, you ever heard of a little thing called fun?”

The burning glare was enough of an answer…

“Oh, you must’ve misplaced that along with your sense of humor.” Gabriel jabbed, a smug smirk on his face.

The taller man sighed, rubbing his temples.

“Look, Gabe… I love you, but I’m trying to- AH!-”

All reasoning was thrown out the window the second Gabriel’s mischievous fingers found their way to Sam’s sides, wriggling away without mercy.

“Yeah, yeah, boring… this is way more fun!” He teased, poking and prodding wherever he could.

It took about a minute for Sam to crumble and beg for mercy…

“G-Gabe, please! I-I’ll do something fun with you or whatever! J-Just stohohop!…” The Winchester bargained, breathless and red in the face.

Satisfied, Gabriel pulled back, giving one last poke to Sam’s ribcage.

“Say no more, moose man! The couch awaits us!”

As Sam caught his breath, he couldn’t help but notice how much lighter he felt— the archangel always seemed to have that effect on him.

Besides, a little break couldn’t hurt…

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Description: Sam goes to his first school dance.

Prompt: Punch Day

Teen!Chesters, Sabriel, Fluff

Words: 1,044

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