Does anyone else think newly human Gabriel would have issues with the height of his vessel?
I keep picturing him in the kitchen of the bunker, cooking something special for Sam, and he needs something from the top shelf. The boys don’t think about putting things up there, they can both reach it just fine, Gabriel though… Not so much.
And he’s muttering, dragging a groaning chair across the floor. He’s not going to ask someone to help him, but he’s gonna make sure they all know that he needed something off that shelf.
“Damn brothers and their perfect gene pool,” he mutters as he climbs up, “never think about anyone else around here. What about the people who aren’t nine feet tall?”
And once he’s got the powdered sugar in his hand and he turns to drag the chair back he sees Sam. The giant is just standing there, casually being tall as he leans into the doorway. His long arms are crossed, and so are his ankles, as he watches Gabriel with a tiny smug smile on his face.
Gabriel drags the chair again, even louder this time.
Sam raises his voice to be heard over the racket. “You know you can ask for help with stuff like that, right?”
And Gabriel is so irritated today by all the insanely annoying human things he has to deal with that he turns on Sam in a flash. He crosses the room, sticking a finger in Sam’s chest.
“Screw you, Sam Winchester! You with your impossibly long legs. You probably don’t think anything about putting stuff almost to the ceiling, do you! No, you wouldn’t, not with those arms! Look at them, you’re like an orangutan or somethin’!” Gabriel motions up and down Sam’s entire body, like he’s disgusted. “And that stupid pretty face, with those damn dimples that make me wanna kiss you! It’s not fai– mmmff!”
Sam cuts off the tirade with a kiss to the ex-angels lips.
Gabriel melts, slowly relaxing, irritation draining away. He sags against Sam, then lifts up on his tip toes to kiss the hunter deeper. This is one thing he likes about being short, going up on his toes to kiss Sam.
When they break apart Gabriel rests his forehead in Sam’s chest, the hunter’s arms wrapped tight around him. That’s something he kind of likes about being smaller than Sam too.
“Don’t know why I picked such a short vessel, that was dumb,” he complains, words muffled into Sam’s flannel.
“I don’t know,” Sam says into his hair, “I’m kind of fond of this vessel.”
Gabriel smiles, though he doesn’t let Sam see it. “You just like my perfect ass.”
That gets a laugh out of the hunter. “That, and a few other things.”
I don’t know. I’m having all these newly human Gabriel thoughts today.
And I’m at work and can’t concentrate.