#sabriel drabble

[strgbird]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64969417

They burn what they can’t bury. Not because they’re ready. Not because they’ve said goodbye. But because the Apocalypse World doesn’t wait for grief. —

[oops-i-write]

"It was a heat of the moment..."

With first notes of the song Gabriel who chilled on the backseat of the Impala immediately went tense, eyes wide. Sam hurried to change the radio station, fighting unwanted flashbacks but there was a distinct flap of wings and Gabriel was gone.

It's not like they never acknowledged their past. They did, actually, and Gabriel apologized for what he has done, not once. But they never had a direct confrontation like this, like a slap in the face.

Dean surprisingly did not comment, was going to say something but changed his mind under Sam's heavy stare.

When they were back in the bunker Sam half expected Gabriel to not show up for at least a few days, but when he entered his bedroom - their shared bedroom - he saw a dark silhouette of the hunched over archangel on the bed. Sam didn't even say anything, didn't have time before Gabriel turned around abruptly. The archangel's eyes were red and puffy. Sam's heart shattered. He almost could read the archangel's thoughts, they were written on his face. Sam knew this look, has seen it a few times, and he knew. Despite being together for a few years already, despite all the words of love shared between them, Gabriel still thought he didn't deserve it. Not after all the wrongs he has done.

[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.

[leatafandom]

Forgetful

Fandom/Ship: Supernatural/ Sam Winchester/Gabriel

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 257

Warnings and Tags: post season 13, older Sam, allusions to dementia, early symptoms, prompt fic, almost drabble, forgetfulness, grace, angst, whump, established relationship (only if you squint), bittersweet

Summary:  They all had been noticing how forgetful he was lately. Inspired by @fanfictionlibrary01 drabble prompt: Forgetful.

Author Note: Ah man, I wrote one happy thing and then immediately returned to my bittersweet love fest. Heh, well it's bittersweet for me, I just love the idea of an immortal being staying with an aging human forever and the human still being human. It just soothes me, so have some aging Sammy and the forever young and ancient archangel.

Read, Forgetful, Rated Teen, in full below or on my Ao3.

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

Forgetful

It was happening more often. 

Sam had never really been forgetful before, sure there were little things here and there. A spell, a birthday, and the ever present: "Where did I leave my keys, again?"

However, lately it had been more frequent. Like a fog was settling over his every thought, shrouding memories long cherished in secrecy. It was all on the tip of his tongue, right there but forever out of reach.

He found himself talking, laughing as he retold one of his favorite hunting stories, and then in a blink, it was gone. His brows furrowed, his tongue limp in his mouth and his jaw slightly slack. He shifted his feet, a stutter of disbelief leaving him as his eyes dashed from side to side, attempting to jog his mind back into action. Regardless of how much he tried, or how long, it as gone, vanished like a shell swept out to sea by the tides.

"It was a cat, wasn't it, Samheart?"

A warm hand touched the back of his, and he blinked at the spark that seemed to push the fog from his memory, spreading through him via the archangel's touch. He blinked, looking from concerned patient faces towards the celestial’s reassuring and timeless smirk, the entity commanding the vast tides of his mind to push the shells back to shore.

The brunette nodded, slowly focusing on the reassurance of Gabriel's easy smile. "Yeah, yeah right," he swallowed, pushing away everything except the spark Gabriel had relit within his mind. "So he’s screaming…"

[cringemesstickles]

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…

[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.

[quietwingsinthesky]

Drabble 350/366 - Supernatural

Gabriel’s teeth dig into the meat of Sam’s shoulder, and Sam takes it with a hiss of pain and nothing more.

So Gabriel bites harder, until Sam feels his skin split and the burning heat of an open wound under the archangel’s teeth. Gabriel holds on, buried into muscle, as Sam’s whole body tenses up and he tries not to scream.

He whimpers when Gabriel lets go. Barely holds himself back from touching the spot before Gabriel’s hand gets there first. The pain dulls into something manageable.

“Good boy.” The praise comes out reluctantly impressed. “And you taste good, too.”

[samanddean76]

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? 

[andrastesknickerweasles]

Metamorphosis

He’s out of bed and back in the bathroom in record time, and this time he really does stare at himself with horror. Tentacles sprout from his face; flesh-coloured appendages emerge from above his lip, from under his jaw, curling and coiling around each other.

Castiel, he prays, please, Castiel, I need you. He doesn’t know what else to do.

It's only his luck that Gabriel shows up instead.

---

“I’m fine, Dean, really. A shower and a nap and I’ll be good as new.”

Dean squints at him like he’s not really buying it, but eventually gives him a jerky nod and glances out the window. “Yeah, well, I won’t be far. Give me a call if anything comes up.” He wrinkles his nose. “And maybe chuck the clothes. Don’t think there’s any saving those.”

Sam forces himself to laugh. “Yeah, yeah. Be careful, ok? We still don’t know if there’s more of those cultists out there.”

He heads straight for the shower as soon as the door closes. He peels his clothes off and throws them straight in the sink – despite what Dean said, he’s not so flush with shirts that fit that he’s willing to get rid of one without even trying to clean it up – and starts the process of trying to scrub the black gloop from his skin. It’s oily and slimy to the touch, and he doesn’t really want to think too hard about what it might be.

He really, really hates witches.

He’s flushed pink and scrubbed raw when he’s done, but he’s finally, blissfully, clean again. He towels his hair dry and musters up the courage to look at himself in the mirror. And frowns. There’s nothing to see. The spell had hit him cleanly in the middle of his chest with enough force to knock him off his feet, but there’s no physical sign of it at all.

Great.

He has no idea what’s been done to him, other than this vague feeling of something being wrong and the way his body feels too small, and no idea how he would even diagnose it. Find another witch? Ask Castiel to give him an angel medical?  Dean, bastion of optimism, suggested that maybe taking him out was the point of the spell, but Sam’s not so sure. Maybe it’s just him being paranoid, but he’s not had much luck when it comes to the supernatural.

His fingers dig into the chipped enamel of the sink as he stares at the face looking back at him. Maybe it’s not the spell. Maybe it’s just him he’s still uncomfortable with.

He sighs and swipes a hand across his face. He hadn’t been lying when he’d told Dean he’d needed a shower and sleep; he feels exhausted, bone-weary, and all he wants to do is curl up and . He knows he should probably try to identify the spell used against him while it’s still fresh in his mind, but it’s getting harder to keep his eyes open. He’ll let himself have an hour and then confront whatever this is.

---

He jerks awake when the alarm goes off, groggy and disorientated. Maybe the nap hadn’t been the best idea. He feels hot and uncomfortable and still can’t shake the feeling that something is wrong.

He rubs the sleep from his eyes and freezes, horrified, as his fingers graze something that definitely wasn’t there when he’d gone to sleep.

No.

No, no, no, no.

He’s out of bed and back in the bathroom in record time, and this time he really does stare at himself with horror. Tentacles sprout from his face; flesh-coloured appendages emerge from above his lip, from under his jaw, curling and coiling around each other.

Castiel, he prays, please, Castiel, I need you. He doesn’t know what else to do.

---

He’s busy researching the curse on his laptop when he hears the muffled beat of angel wings. “Castiel!” Please don’t have brought Dean, he prays, as he stands up and turns around to look at the angel.

Only it’s not Castiel. It’s Gabriel, striding towards him, eyebrows raised and eyes bright with amusement. He whistles, long and low, and Sam wishes he’d covered up a bit more. His skin feels like it’s burning up, so he’d settled on just a pair of running shorts, figuring Cas has seen him in worse.

“Gabriel,” he acknowledges, steeling himself for whatever new torture this would bring. The archangel’s been hanging around more often recently but Sam’s still not quite sure what to make of him, whether they’re acquaintances or friends or whether Gabriel just thinks they’re amusing in a performing monkeys sort of way. “I, uh, was hoping for Castiel. What are you doing here?”

It comes out harsher than he’d intended, but Sam’s not exactly in the mood to play games. Even the words sound awkward and slurred in his mouth, tongue not used to working around the new tentacles that spill from the sides of his lips.

“Well. It’s not everyday I see someone sprout otherworldly appendages. How could I resist?”

Sam scowls at the archangel but bites his tongue, pragmatism beating pride as he realises that Gabriel might be one of the few people who could actually help him fix this.

“Relax, kiddo. Cassie’s a bit busy and asked me to step in.” Gabriel steps around him and prods him experimentally, making Sam flinch. “Lucky for you, I’m the upgrade. This sort of wild magic’s probably a bit outside of his wheelhouse.”

“Can you fix it?” He hates how desperate he sounds, how obviously relieved he is that Gabriel might know what to do. It’s dangerous to hand over anything that can be used against him.

Gabriel hums and pokes him again, then pinches his ass. Sam swallows the noise of irritation. “Maybe. I don’t know exactly what I’m dealing with here, but I can make an educated guess.” The angel puts his hand on Sam’s shoulder and Sam feels a cool wash of grace go through him, divine against his overheated skin. “That should stop it getting any worse. Reversing what’s already transformed will be a bit trickier.”

It’s not a no, so Sam will take it. He nods, because what other choice does he have? “Please, Gabriel. What do you need?”

“You’ll have to let me take a look inside that giant melon of yours, see for myself exactly what happened. Humans aren’t exactly reliable at remembering anything properly. After that? Power, talent, and maybe a little bit of luck.” Gabriel grins at him with slightly too many teeth, eyes glittering gold in a way that Sam instinctively knows is dangerous. “Question is, what do I get out of it?”

And there’s the catch Sam had expected. And what, really, can he offer the archangel? He’s got his suspicions, has noticed the way Gabriel watches him for slightly too long sometimes, the way he singles Sam out even as he banters with Dean and Castiel. Sam’s not been sure whether to be flattered or terrified. It’ll be humiliating if he’s wrong, but Gabriel would probably enjoy that too.

“What do you want, Gabriel? To fuck with me, make me beg for your help?” Probably, from the way Gabriel’s lips tilt upwards at the idea. He steels his nerves and continues. “Or to fuck me?”

Gabriel just watches him silently for a moment, and Sam wonders whether he’s fucked up. Is he really trying to seduce an angel while he looks like this? Gabriel’s more likely to laugh at him than want him. His cheeks pink but he refuses to drop his gaze and break eye contact, hanging on to the fragments of his pride.

“You’ll beg either way,” Gabriel promises, darkly, and Sam swallows. He’s still not sure whether to be excited or terrified.  

He stands there, awkward, not sure what happens now. His gaze flickers to the bed behind them and back to Gabriel. The angel stares back at him, expressionless, though the mask cracks after a few more seconds and then Gabriel does laugh at him.

“You should see your face. Or, well, guess you already have.” Gabriel smirks at him again, leaving Sam off balance and uncertain what’s happening. “I’m in a generous mood, so I’ll get you fixed up first. We can sort out payment afterwards.”

It’s a relief, and a disappointment. Sam nods, again, because what else can he do but go along with it?

“Not that I’d say no to finding out what those tentacles would feel like, if you get my drift, but I’m not into forcing people. I promised Castiel I’d help, so really, it’s him that owes me a favour.” Of course. Gabriel flirted with everyone, so maybe Sam wasn’t special. Maybe he’d wanted to read something into it that wasn’t there. “Sit back on the bed and I’ll see what I can do.”

“Thanks,” he mutters as he perches himself onto the closest corner. It leaves him staring at Gabriel’s shoulders as the angel resumes poking at him with hands full of grace. Sam’s bare skin tingles wherever he’s touched. He tries to focus on his breathing instead of letting his imagination run away with him, not sure he could live with the humiliation of getting hard while Gabriel’s just trying to fix him.

He nearly jumps out of his skin when Gabriel runs a hand down one of the tentacles, curling his fingers around it.

“Sensitive, huh?” Gabriel waggles his eyebrows and Sam flushes, hating the reaction. “Thought so. Good news is I can fix it. Bad news is it’s going to hurt, a lot. It’s probably better for you if I knock you out for this.”

Sam nods, surprised Gabriel’s even asking for consent. “Do it,” he instructs, and he’s out almost before he’s finished the second word.

---

He comes back to himself slowly. His whole body aches, though a cursory examination of his face reveals smooth skin and absolutely no tentacles, so he’ll chalk it up as a win.

Gabriel, surprisingly, is still here, though Sam’s not sure he wants to know what the angel’s doing on his laptop. “What’s the prognosis, doctor?” It’s easier to joke now that he’s back to normal.

Gabriel closes down whatever he’d been looking at and closes the lid. “Lucky for you, I’m amazing. All back to normal, though I’d suggest a few days rest before any strenuous activity.” Sam feels like he could sleep for weeks, so it’s probably good advice. “Better to heal the rest naturally. You’re a pretty good conduit for grace, but I’d be worried about side effects if I’d fed you any more. I wasn’t really made for delicate work. Ask Castiel for a couple of angel advil if it still aches in a week.”

Sam nods. “Thank you, Gabriel. Really, thank you.” For fixing him. For not dragging it out to laugh at him. For doing it all without dragging Dean in too, because Sam would never hear the last of it. For letting him down gently.

Sam’s always had a problem with wanting things he shouldn’t.

“And Gabriel?” He licks his lips and carefully stares at the empty space above the angel’s right shoulder. “Just for the record, you wouldn’t need to force me into bed.”

Gabriel looks back at him, considering.

[diverse-hearts-ocs]

Carefully, he lit the candle that rest before him, sitting back on his ankles as he gazed into the flickering flames. Alone like always, this was the only way he could think on that was private and quiet enough to go unnoticed, a small little memorial service that had become a yearly ritual as he'd grown older and the longing to know more about the woman who'd given birth to him had grown stronger. The calming smell of spiced apple and cinnamon may not be the first scents one would think on for moments such as these, but as it was around Christmas time, they happened to be the easiest candles to get a hold of without too much bother. His father didn't allow him to keep candles in his room, after one accident a few years back, so he'd always needed to buy them right before whenever he cared to use them.

Somethings simply would never change - but for now, his father was pushed to the back of his mind. Instead, Garth pulled out the small box that was usually hidden beneath the loose floorboard of his bedroom, carefully pulling out one of the few pictures that he owned of his mother.

It was a photo of her sitting in her wedding dress while having her hair set for what was to come that day, a bright smile present on her face as she laughed at whoever happened to be taking the picture of her. Garth found himself smiling slightly as he drank in the image that he knew so well now, trembling fingers slowly tracing over her face. She wasn't to know how soon after this photo she'd come to lose her life - having the child she'd always wanted, was going to cost her everything...

"I'm so sorry mum"

As he whispered, he felt his throat quiver, the first of his tears falling as he carefully tucked the picture away back within his treasured box, instead focusing his blurred vision on the small dancing flame of the candle that sat before him. Of course, he was quite aware that as the person to have taken her life, he had no right to be sitting there crying or missing a woman he barely knew - but he couldn't help it. No matter how often he'd been told that he didn't have the right or told how much she'd have hated such a pathetic child, that never stopped him, nor dried his tears.

He wanted to make her proud, even more than how he longed to be accepted by his father - though had no idea if that was even possible. He'd inherited her artist ways. One of the reasons he engaged in as much arts and crafts as he did was due to that connection. That, and his choice of weapons, the dagger that he held in one hand, that had once been hers.

"I'm sorry I took you away from everything...that I could only bring you pain when all you had wanted was a family with the man you loved...though honestly, mother, I worry about your taste in men".

He gave a small chuckle, using his free hand to gently wipe away the tears that still fell, a deep breath taken to try and calm himself back down. There was so much he wished to say, so much that he wished to apologise for, but in the end, he just blew out the candle, placing the dagger he held behind it, before he pulled himself to his feet, walking out into his balcony - the December wind hitting him harshly, causing fresh tears to form once more.

Sighing, he glanced up towards the stars, eyes slowly closing as the bells in the distance chimed in the new day. December 24th.

"Happy Birthday Mum - I Love You"

[oops-i-write]

[sabriel ficlet]

Sam takes a few more steps until he realizes that Gabriel is not by his side. He turns around and there he is, squatting on a reasonable distance from a stray cat.

Sam rolls his eyes a bit and just waits. There's no point in trying to hurry Gabriel, they've been through this and a short man will move only when he wants to.

"Pspsps," Gabriel says and grins wide when a cat lazily turns it's head towards him.

Gabriel makes sure cat looks at him and blinks slowly. Ever since he learned that this presumably is the equivalent of a kiss, he's bugging literally every stray cat he meets.

Sam can't help a warm smile that spreads across his face. Gabriel makes a few more attempts and when the cat blinks slowly in return he basically bounces on his feet, turns to Sam with shining eyes, looking like a kid on a Christmas morning. Sam's heart flutters.

[samanddean76]

First Lines Tag Game

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 posted fics and see if there’s a pattern!

tagged by @sam-is-my-safe-word

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.  - How To Accidentally Create Soulmates (Gabriel & Castiel, Sabriel, Destiel)

To know your own fate is a hefty weight that requires a great strength of character, in order to be able to properly deal with all of the various ins and outs, of the endless stream of what if scenarios that can pop up with little to no prior warning once the slightest variable is altered.   - The Oath (J2)

Dean snatched the paper out of Sam’s hand before his eyes scanned it quickly, his fingers fell open and it fluttered to the floor.  - Really, Sam? (Wincest)

“Please, tell me.  How are you going to fix this?”  - I'll Think Of Something (Wincest)

Sam’s body writhed beneath him, as he whimpered against the feel of Dean’s rock-hard cock as it split him wide open. - The Invocation (Wincest)

“But I thought you would consider this to be green.” - I Believe This Qualifies As Red (Wincest)

With a snap of his fingers Crowley appeared to concede to Castiel’s request, and he breathed a deep sigh of relief, until he heard the husky words that were coming out of the void directly in front of him.  - Yeah, Just Like That! (Wincest)

“You see, I thought that you were being sincere in your desire to heal the rift that had developed between heaven and hell." - You Were Merely Using Me (Castiel & Crowley)

Dean is an amazingly awesome Cupid, thank you very much! - The Wayward Cupid, The Boy King of Hell, and The Peen of Death (Valentine's Day inspired Wincest)

John Winchester had built a legacy up out of the ashes of his very own personally terrible tragedy. - To Know Him Is To Love Him (Destiel)

I honestly am not even sure what this indicates, other than I like a lot of words in my opener.

Tagging: @mrswhozeewhatsis, @jld71, @leatafandom, @mariekoukie6661, @girlsvmonsters

First Lines Tag Game

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 posted fics and see if there’s a pattern!

tagged by @jinkieswouldyoulookatthis

Every six months, Dean gets the call - (K)not For Sale (Dean/SoldierBoy)

Every hunt came with risk, with danger. It was part of the job. - Perfect Balance (Wincest)

D: Hey, you up? - Take Me Higher Than I've Ever Been (Wincest)

Dean has never shied away from telling you what he likes in the bedroom. - Save A Horse, Ride A... (Dean/F!Reader)

If you ignore the clocks in the Men of Letters bunker (and there aren’t that many to begin with), it’s impossible to tell the time of day. - Denial Junkie (Wincest)

Sam had tuned Dean out about half an hour ago. - Okay, Daddy (Wincest)

“Sam, we gotta talk.” - Regret Junkie (Wincest)

It’s getting worse. - Hate Junkie (Wincest)

He’s dying. - Shame Junkie (Wincest)

Sam isn’t sure how he even got Dean into the bunker. - Control Junkie (Wincest)

If we ignore the creeping dread of my Junkies fics - read bottom to top for max effect there lol I'm a fan of a catchy opening line. I like to be grabbed by my reading material & try to grab my readers the same!

Tagging: @talltalesandbedtimestories @runawaydr3amerao3 @deanwinchesterswitch @thoughtslikeaminefield @samanddean76

[strgbird]

#SABRIEL tags: Drabble ×Slow Burn ×Alternate Universe - High School ×High School ×Alternate Universe - College/University ×Alternate Universe - No Supernatural ×Pre-Law Student Sam Winchester ×Artist Gabriel (Supernatural) ×Painting ×Domestic ×Friendship/Love ×Friendship ×Hurt/Comfort ×Unrequited Love ×Not Actually Unrequited Love ×Pining ×Pining Gabriel (Supernatural) ×Nerds in love ×Coffee Shops ×Pre-Stanford Era (Supernatural) ×Stanford Era (Supernatural) ×Stanford University ×Stanford Student Sam Winchester ×Songfic ×Title from a Gigi Perez Song ×I Wrote This While Listening to Gigi Perez ×

🖤SOMETIMES🖤

chapter 1

Gabriel never noticed when it started. Maybe it was always there, threaded quiet and harmless between hallway glances and the way Sam tapped his pencil during study hour. It wasn’t supposed to mean anything. Not when Sam sat three chairs away, all long limbs and ambition, muttering something about pre-law and scholarships with his hair falling into his eyes. Not when Gabriel was just passing time before graduation, slipping out of chemistry to sketch in the stairwell, smelling like acrylic and lemon gum.

Sam was younger. And straight. And so very serious.

Gabriel liked soft boys with sharp mouths, liked loud girls with fast cars, liked people who looked like neon signs when they laughed. Sam didn’t laugh much. He smirked, sometimes. He talked like he had somewhere to be, something to prove, and he looked at Gabriel like he was trying to figure out what didn’t fit.

It should’ve been annoying.

But Sam asked questions no one else did. He watched Gabriel paint once, said nothing for twenty full minutes, then told him the color looked like a bruise. Like something healing. Like something honest.

Gabriel had looked away too fast. His fingers had gone still, and the silence had pressed too close.

Sam never brought it up again. But the next week, he gave Gabriel a book on modern art movements with a sticky note tucked between the pages:

"I think you'd like this. Thought of your stuff on page 63."

He had. Gabriel flipped to that page a lot more than he meant to.

Gabriel flipped to that page a lot more than he meant to.

It was dumb. It was just a book. Sam had probably done the same thing for a dozen other kids—he always carried too many books, always had notes tucked into margins like breadcrumbs. Still, Gabriel found himself glancing at that stupid yellow sticky note every time he saw the book on his nightstand. He hadn’t taken it out. He hadn’t moved it.

Now, the library was quiet except for the gentle hum of the heating vents and the occasional scratch of pencils. Gabe had ducked into the corner table near the back, sketchpad open, but nothing was coming out. Just spirals and half-faces and a smudged fingerprint where he’d rubbed too hard at the charcoal.

He almost didn’t notice Sam sliding into the seat across from him.

“You’re in my spot,” Sam said, not looking up as he pulled a thick binder from his bag. His voice was calm, but Gabriel could see the flicker of amusement around his mouth. A barely-there smile.

Gabriel raised a brow. “Didn’t know we were getting territorial now.”

“You’ve sat here every Tuesday for three weeks. I figured that was a declaration of war.”

Gabe smirked. “Guess I’ll just have to fight you for it.”

That made Sam look up. Not all the way—just enough that their eyes met, and Gabriel felt it like static. Something unspoken moved between them, familiar and strange.

Then Sam glanced down again and shrugged. “I’d win.”

“You think you’re stronger than me?”

“I think I’d bore you into submission with legal jargon.”

Gabriel laughed, genuine and short. It startled them both.

Sam tilted his head, just slightly. “You should laugh more.”

And Gabriel, heart caught somewhere between a smile and a breath, couldn’t think of a single damn thing to say.

***

There are things you don’t notice while they’re happening.

Like how often you start memorizing someone else’s routine. The sound of their footsteps coming up the stairs. The way their laugh changes when they’re tired. The little things they do when no one’s looking—like how Sam chews the inside of his cheek when he’s thinking too hard, or how he always taps twice on the lid of a coffee cup before taking a sip.

Gabriel told himself it didn’t mean anything. You could learn anyone like this, if you saw them enough. If they let you in enough.

Still—there were parts of Sam that Gabriel didn’t know how to unsee.

“Hey, genius,” Sam muttered, nudging Gabriel with the corner of a textbook, “your toast is burning.”

Gabriel blinked. He’d been standing in front of the toaster, staring blankly at the counter. He glanced down at the toast—well, carbon square now—and groaned.

“That was my last piece of bread.”

Sam didn’t even flinch. “I brought muffins.”

“Did I ever tell you you’re my favorite person?”

Sam smirked, pulling a crumpled paper bag from his backpack. “Only every other day.”

They ended up sitting on the Gabriel’s kitchen floor, backs against the cabinets, sharing chocolate muffins and cold coffee. 

The conversation drifted—school, finals, college, the annoying new librarian who hated teenagers. Gabriel wasn’t really listening to what he was saying anymore. He was too busy watching the way Sam’s hand curled around his paper cup, the way his head tilted slightly when he laughed. There was a muffin crumb at the edge of his mouth. Gabriel wanted to brush it away, and that thought hit harder than he expected.

Shit.

He looked away fast, heart skipping in that terrible, familiar way. It was happening. It had been happening.

And Sam didn’t know.

Worse—Gabriel was pretty sure Sam didn’t even think of him that way. Not really. Not the way Gabriel did, not with this low ache in his chest and a thousand words he couldn’t say.

“Gabe?” Sam asked, voice soft.

Gabriel blinked. “Yeah?”

“You spaced out.”

Gabriel forced a smile, too sharp at the edges. “Just thinking.”

“About?”

Gabriel shrugged. “How badly I want a second muffin.”

Sam laughed. “You could just ask, you know.”

Yeah. Gabriel thought.

I could.

[cringemesstickles]

Sabriel Drabble :)

(TickleTober Day 11: Hugs)

Word Count: 202

Pairing: Sabriel (again)

A/N: Just a quick drabble cuz I had a late shift at work 😭🤭

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“How hard is it to put stuff back where it belongs?” Sam grumbled to himself, shuffling through the shelf of dusty books in search of the correct one.

He’d have to chew Dean out later for leaving the library disorganized.

Just when the hunter found what he was looking for, he felt two strong arms wrap around his waist, squeezing him tight and trapping him in a hug.

He didn’t even need to turn around to know who it was.

“Wha- Gabe!” He yelped, bursting into a fit of giggles as he felt the archangel’s face nustle into the crook of his neck, covering the area in messy kisses.

“Hey, Samshine~” Gabriel grinned, blowing a gentle raspberry against the soft skin before going back to affectionate smooches.

The sudden raspberry caused Sam to jump and squeak, his laughter growing more frantic.

After a few more moments, Gabriel relented, resting his chin on the hunter’s shoulder. The Winchester leaned into his boyfriend, turning to give him a peck on the cheek.

“You’re the worst and the best at the same time…”

Gabriel snorted at that.

“Yeah, yeah… now put that book away. Cuddling is more important.”

Well, Sam couldn’t exactly argue with that.

[spn-fanfic-reblog-writes]

Writing Update:

I have a total of 35 work in progress (WIP) Supernatural fanfics.

Of the 35, I have a total of 9 reader inserts with 5 being poly reader inserts and 3 are requested reader inserts.

I have 1 Sabriel WIP fanfic.

1 is a prize someone won and they requested a fluffy poly drabble, with unlisted characters that I’m pretty confident I can write.

24 are Destiel fanfics. 👀

Life gets in the way of writing and sometimes I get stuck on smut scenes.

If you wanna know the doc or story title, lemme know.

[sammyslittlenymphet]

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