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anonymous asked:

AU where Castiel is that one hot lifeguard at the beach and Dean is the lovable idiot who's constantly swimming out too far in what he claims are attempts to one up Sam (who's just reading on the sand at the moment), but are really just attempts to grab Castiel's attention (Dean doesn't know when he started taking whistles and amused glares as validation, but hey, if it works). Sam, afraid of seeing Dean actually get injured and aware that Castiel actually needs to focus on his job (part 1)

casually walks up to Cas with a determined expression plastered on his face. Dean panics, thinking that Sam is about to reveal his (pretty obvious in retrospect) crush, and sprints out of the water to do damage control. Cue Sam borrowing the spray bottle and walking away, and Cas giving Dean a lecture about dangerous currents. Dean just kind of nods throughout the lecture, focusing very hard on how devastatingly handsome Cas isn’t (he swears) while angry. They end up grabbing ice cream later.(2)

“I’m sorry about my brother.”

Startled, Cas turns to see Devastatingly Handsome Man 2 talking to him. The only reason he hadn’t spoken to Devastatingly Handsome Man 1, currently swimming hell-for-leather toward shore, was his assumption that Devastatingly Handsome Man 1 and DHM 2 were a couple.

“Brother?” Cas echoes, watching DHM 1 face-plant into the waves. Dripping with water, smudged with sand, wearing only soaking swim trunks that cling to his thighs and make a dome of the bulge of his cock. He’s, well, he’s devastatingly handsome. Even if he hadn’t been splashing around like a fool, Cas would have had one eye on him all weekend.

Except that he wasn’t single.

Except that…

“Yeah, yeah, the dumbass running toward us?” DHM 2 shakes his head. “It’s, well, it’s because of you. He thinks you’re hot, and I guess he figured if he made an ass of himself and pretended to be drowning you’d have to, I dunno, give him mouth to mouth or something?”

“Sam, for the love of - stop talking!” shouts DHM 1 breathlessly, trying and failing to find the purchase to run up the sandy shore. He even looks handsome flailing to keep his balance as the ground gave way beneath him at every step.

It isn’t fair.

“He was trying to get my attention?” Cas says flatly. DHM 2 - Sam - nods and rolls his eyes. “Right.” Hopping off the raise lifeguards seat, Cas walks casually, balancing easily on the shifting mounds of sand, meeting DHM 1 half way. “Your brother tells me that you’ve been engaging in dangerous behavior to get my attention.”

“Yes, I–”

“So while I’ve been forced to keep an eye on your-” -devastatingly handsome- “-antics, had their been a real emergency, I would have been distracted, and someone might have actually gotten hurt?”

“I’m sorry, but–”

“Furthermore, he tells me that you decided on this ridiculous plan because you found me attractive, and hoped I’d - what did Sam say - ‘give you mouth to mouth resuscitation?’”

“Sammy, how could y–”

“Well, if that’s what you wanted, you should have just asked,” Castiel concludes.

“No, I no, I was totally out of line, but…” DHM 1 trails off. “Wait, what?”

“If you were interested in having me kiss you, you could have asked me to kiss you,” repeats Castiel. Sam smirks. DHM 1′s mouth falls open. “Did that never cross your mind?”

“Oh. Uh.” DHM 1 looks around, looks away, brushes the sand from his legs and smears muddy tan streaks over his swim trunks and lower back. “I guess…uh…no?”

“My name is Cas,” Cas says.


“I’m on duty right now - no fraternizing allowed - but I finish at 3 PM,” says Cas. “That’s 15 minutes. Don’t be late.”

“Right…right! No, I definitely won’t be.” DHM 1 - Dean, that has a nice ring to it - gives Cas a devastatingly handsome smile and allows his brother to drag him away by the arm.

Climbing back up the lifeguard stand, Cas pulls out his cell phone, scrolls through his contacts, and dials up Gabriel.

“What is it, my man?”

“Hey, so…I need you to come on shift a little early today…”

“Dammit, I had plans, Cas! Not ‘til 5, you said!”

“Sorry, but I’m going to need you here at 3.”

“That’s, like, now!”

“Don’t be late…”

“This is about that guy you’ve been ogling, isn’t it.” Cas can hear Gabe’s eyeroll over the miles separating them. “He’s, like, married to that moose. You’re wasting you’re time.”

“Brothers,” Cas crows triumphantly.

“Brothers?” Gabe echoes, a perfect mirror to Cas’ earlier reaction.

“Brothers,” confirms Cas.

“So the tall one is also single?”

“Don’t know for sure, but I know that he’ll be alone on the beach starting at 3…”


@akhuna01 said: Supernatural - Sam/ Gabriel in which Gabriel secretly turns everything Sam eats into candy - sam would order Salad, put it on his fork and right as it hits his tongue it would turn into gummy bears. Sam would get frustrated ( but secretly loves the sweets, but would never admit) and maybe make Gabriel help him loose his newly gained weight…?

Oooo a Sabriel prompt.

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“Here’s what I don’t get,” Gabriel said thoughtfully.

Startled, Sam looked up from his lunch. He’d known Gabriel was lurking about - the conversion of his salad dressing to buttercream frosting, emphasis on the butter, was ample evidence of that - but he’d been sitting alone at the table an instant before. Scowling, Sam loaded his fork up with ranch-drenched romaine and took a pointed bite.

It tasted like cake.

Vanilla cake with blueberry filling and honey buttercream frosting.

Goddamn that was good.

Sam turned the level of his scowl up from 5 to 11.

“Wow, holy bitch face!” Gabriel laughed. “Okay, not - not, like, holy, as in ‘of God’ - not that you’re not a fine specimen, but - like dude if looks could kill!”

Sam repressed a smile. He loved when Gabriel got so flustered he couldn’t finish a sentence. 

“You started to say…?” Sam schooled himself to apparent anger and took another delicious bite of not-salad.

“Right, right, sorry, you’re extremely distracting.” Gabriel gave his head a quick shake. “What I don’t get is, why the ranch dressing? It’s a salad, right? It’s supposed to be healthy. And, like, a year ago? The old Sam would never have heaped his salad with dressing - okay, scratch that, old Sam was all balsamic vinaigrette, no cheese or croutons, extra cucumbers, please.”

Sam shrugged. “What can I say? People change.”

“Yeaaaah…no…I call bullshit,” said Gabriel. “You used to get all pissy high and mighty with me and now…ranch. What changed? ”

You did.

“You know I can read your mind, right?” Gabriel added, rolling his eyes.

“Uh huh, sure you can,” Sam mirrored the eye roll.

God he loved these conversations.

And Gabriel didn’t know that.

So Gabriel definitely couldn’t read his mind.

“I heard that!”

“Really?” Sam asked. “What did I think?”

“Nothing I’d share in public,” Gabriel replied with a suggestive eyebrow waggle.

“Right, well, if that’s all you’ve got, may I finish my lunch in peace?” Sam said.

The next forkful of salad tasted like eclair.

Gabriel disappeared.

“Fiiiiine,” said Gabriel.

The next forkful tasted like Sour Patch Kids. The following was funfetti. The one after that was ice cream with all the fixins. Judging by the heavy feeling in Sam’s stomach, it wasn’t merely a flavor thing, the food actually changed - and had all the commensurate calories.

For once, he and Dean had separate hotel rooms. Sam had spewed some line about giving Cas and Dean some privacy, as if they needed it, but the truth was…

The truth was, Sam had a lot to think about.

The truth was, Sam had put on some weight of late, and was definitely getting pudgy around the midriff and jiggly at the tricep.

The truth was, Sam asked for ranch dressing so that when Dean shot him a skeptical look about his weight gain, Sam had a plausible excuse, even if he then had to listen to 20 minutes of what’s the point of ordering salad if you’re going to pack on the pounds anyway might as well eat something that actually tastes good.

The truth was, Sam liked the way he looked now, liked the taste of the junk food, liked that Gabriel’s attention was on him.

Why don’t I just tell him?

“Gabriel, who art in heaven, would you get your feathery ass down here? We’ve got some shit to talk about,” Sam intoned, eyes skyward.

A rush of feathers, a single golden one drifting to the floor, spoke to Gabriel’s arrival.

“What up, my lemony squeeze?”

“You’re making me fat,” Sam said without preamble.

“Aw, come on, you know you love it.” Gabriel really had that suggestive eyebrow waggle down to a science.

“Yeah, well, Dean hates being my workout partner,” said Sam. “If you’re going to keep stuffing me with desserts, you’re going to pay the consequences.” Sam advanced a step toward Gabriel.

“What’s that…what’s that mean?” Gabriel took a step back.

“What do you think?” Closing in on Gabriel, Sam smiled, showing his canines, eyes veiled as he tried to look dangerous. Gabriel quirked a skeptical eyebrow at him - seriously, he needs to teach me how to do all that eyebrow…stuff…it’s like their independently muscled or something - and backed into the wall.

“Well, you and your brother have already staked me, what, twice? Three times?” Gabriel put up a defensive hand.

Sam boxed him against the wall.

“I’m going to stake you so many more times than that,” Sam murmured, sultry, against Gabriel’s ear.

Sam kissed him.

Gabriel tasted like candy.

Because of-fucking-course he tasted like candy.

Gabriel spluttered, protested, kissed back, spluttered some more, then burst out laughing.

Really? Stake me?” Gabriel managed between guffaws. “That’s your pick up line? And if that’s what you mean by ‘workout partner’ I can see why your brother isn’t interested! Leave the incest to the angels, bucko!” 

With a leer, Sam grabbed Gabriel’s arm, spun him around and slammed him against the wall. Gabriel’s laughter broke off with a gasp that sounded suspiciously like a moan.

“Here’s what I don’t get,” growled Sam. “You are an archangel. You can leave anytime you’d like. And yet…here you are.”

Gabriel huffed a strained laugh. “As long as you love ranch dressing, I’ll be here.”

“That’s what I thought.” Sam nipped a kiss against the hot flesh of Gabriel’s neck. “Definitely staking you. Repeatedly.”

“You do that.” Gabriel pushed back against him, just hard enough for Sam to feel the resistance, not nearly hard enough to escape.

Usually explicit consent meant a hard yes. But in the case of an archangel who loved innuendo and could disappear at will if anything happened he didn’t secretly want?

Sam ripped Gabriel’s pants down.

Oh yeah, they were going to have so much fun on Sam’s new exercise regimen. 

Even if he never lost a pound…

Favorite OTPs – Sabriel and Touchstone | The Abhorsen Trilogy

“I’d have liked to see you in the Royal Guard,” Sabriel said. “And the Old Kingdom, in…I mean before the Stones were broken.”

“In my day, you mean,” said Touchstone. “I would have liked that too. It was more like here, then. Here normally, I mean. Peaceful, and sort of slow. Sometimes I thought life was too slow, too predictable. I’d prefer that now…”

“I used to think like that at school,” Sabriel answered. “Dreaming about the Old Kingdom. Proper Charter Magic. Dead to bind. Princes to be—”


“Married,” replied Sabriel, absently.

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It’s not weird, it’s lovely <3

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nope not at all strange <3

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I think you are delightful! I also think of you as a friend <3 you are welcome to talk to me anytime :D

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Aww, that’s adorable! ❤

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right back at ya! :D you are awesome :)

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Awwww I can feel the love! ^_^ Thank you all! 🌹💕

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wordssometimesfail  asked:

Gabriel was Sam's childhood imaginary friend, AKA the only headcanon that matters rn

IKR i am so looking forward to this episode. the fact that rsj is directing makes me hope he might be in the episode too? (i’m not thirsty at all, i don’t know what you’re talking about.) 

but still

toddler!sam waddling around a park and dean takes his eye off him for one second whilst he goes down the slide and sam’s disappeared, following a butterfly that flew by him. a demon finds him, ready to take him to hell to raise ‘the boy king’ and gabriel appears from nowhere, telling them ‘you can’t have him’, wings arched and threatening, ready to protect this young child so eagerly because he cant let them hurt this family like his was hurt.

long journeys in the back of the impala being invisible to everyone but sam, making bubbles and sparkles appear with just a snap of his fingers as sam babbles at him happily, chubby cheeks grinning as he tries to catch them with his little fingers. john glances in the back mirror and can only see his youngest son laughing and talking gibberish to himself.

teen!sam researching lore for his dad and brother, sat up at the table with books surrounding him. he’s barely able to keep his eyes open but he has to find it or else someone might die, or worse dean might die. and gabriel steps in, telling him what he needs to know before gently pushing him towards bed whispering, ‘you need to sleep sammy, or your big brains gonna shrivel up’ and hums an old enochian lullaby that lucifer used to sing to him as a fledgling to get him to sleep.

and when john chucks sam out, gabriel’s there with a shoulder to cry on and to say ‘family can suck and believe me, you’re better off without them. you’re gonna be amazing sammy, you just gotta believe in yourself a bit more.’

sam and dean in ‘tall tales’ seeing gabriel, the trickster, for the first time as a janitor and sam asking dean with wide eyes, ‘you can see him too?’

just all the emotions and headcanons yes

anonymous asked:

I was wondering if you could help me find a fic i've been looking for? Its a sabriel story and i dont remember much except for this one bit where gabriel shows up and is injured and sam lets gabriel posess him to heal, then they get caught by cas. Thanks in advance 😁


Sorry, I don’t think I’m the right person to ask for this. I only read stories that have Destiel as a main pairing! I’m posting it in the hopes that some Sabriel-savvy folk might be able to help you.

anonymous asked:

The fandom jokes about thin walls, but what if the bunker had like soundproof walls, so that when Gabriel starts popping into Sam's room at night for quickies and then disappearing, Sam isn't sure if he's dreaming it cause Dean never hears anything, and I don't know where I'm going with this but I think it ends up with a surprise pregnancy but I don't know which one of them actually gets knocked up cuz I can't decide who I want to top in Sabriel and help

I like Sabriel switching so I can’t decide either!

Although, I have a soft spot for the idea of Gabriel turning up all big and obviously pregnant, when Sam wasn’t even sure if he was a dream or not, and demanding that Sam let him move into the bunker because the little one is zapping his powers and Gabriel needs somewhere to rest. 

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Normally Gabriel entered the Winchester motel rooms with flare, gusto, or at least some finesse. But one morning, Sam didn’t realize Gabriel had appeared until he was tapped on the shoulder as he was researching their current case. He looked up, maybe expecting to see Castiel, because appearing silently was his thing.

“Gabriel?” Sam blinked, seeing his heavy eyelids and a flushed, or even green shade, to his face. “You don’t look so good.” Gabriel gave a half hearted smile.

“I don’t feel so good. Must have been something I ate,” Gabriel said, arms folded over his vessel’s stomach, which gave a disturbing whine in protest. “Hush you.” Sam raised his brows.

“Did you actually eat too much candy or something?” Sam had joked about Gabriel eating too much chocolate before, but Gabriel always said the perk of being an archangel was that he got all of the good taste and none of the belly aches.

Gabriel shrugged and plopped down on Dean’s bed on his back. “Or something. I think I was poisoned.” Sam waited for the punchline but Gabriel just let out a painful groan.

“Y-you’re serious?” Sam stood up from his research, ready to call Poison Control or take Gabriel to get his stomach pumped. Though he paused, wondering if poison effected archangels. “You’re susceptible to poison?”

“Certain kinds.” Gabriel muttered, his eyes closed and his hand waving about sluggishly. “Magical or cursed poisons. I do have a long list of enemies. I mean, it probably wasn’t Kali because she’s more likely to leave a burn mark. She likes to destroy people in person. Maybe it was Odin. He’s a spiteful asshat.”

“Do you need something?” Sam asked, because poison was not something to take lightly.

“A place to rest,” Gabriel said. “Can’t really do anything except wait for my being to heal from it. It’s like the worst case of indigestion in the world. Only an angel sword can really kill me, you know.” Gabriel then sat up, sounding thoughtful. “I bet it was Baldr, or even Frigg. She never did forgive me for nearly killing her precious, perfect little princess. Seriously. Do you know how tired I was? Hearing how perfect he was? Perfect little momma’s boy more like it…” Sam sighed, figuring Gabriel was being dramatic. If he was energetic enough to rant about Baldr, he was well enough to heal on his own. Well, that’s what he thought until he saw Gabriel cover his mouth, and then a second later he disappeared, only for Sam to hear him in the bathroom retching.

It was lovely timing when Dean came in with breakfast and heard an archangel puking in the bathroom. Sam sighed, having to explain that Gabriel had to stay for a while. Dean is not happy with this fact but he at least grimaced when he heard Gabriel the second time, with a bit more of a choking sound.

Then Gabriel said, “Oh, well mystery solved. It was Frigg. She’s the only one that would send me mistletoe.”


Sam loaned his bed to Gabriel and left a bucket for him beside the bed. Not that Gabriel couldn’t make it to the toilet, but it was the thought that counted in Sam’s opinion.

“TV…” Gabriel bemoaned in a zombie like fashion. Sam rolled his eyes when the motel room’s brick television became a plasma widescreen… -what ever it was- on the wall and turned to the nearest cartoon channel. “Hey, hey, don’t mock the healing power of Television.”

“You’re a grown angel, I would think you’d chose something better than Loony Tunes.” Sam adjusted his tie because he and Dean were going undercover again.

“Old ones or the new ones?” Dean asked, finally finished in the bathroom and ready to hit the road.

“Classics, of course,” Gabriel said. Dean made a face that said that was an acceptable answer before he jiggled the keys at Sam.

“Okay, okay.” Sam looked at Gabriel. “You have our numbers, and we let Cas know that you’re here and not feeling good. Are you sure I can’t get you anything? There’s not some spell that will help?” Gabriel have him a smile.

“Just your tender love and affection,” Gabriel said, which was good for getting a gag reaction from Dean before he left the motel room. “At least give me a kiss before you go.” Sam gave a glance at the closed motel door before he leaned down to kiss Gabriel’s brow, completely missing his puckered lips. He was not kissing that mouth when he’d seen the black sludge that had come out of it.

“You focus on healing up,” Sam said, walking towards the door and ignoring Gabriel’s childish pout. “And no pranks.”

“Oh sure, take the fun out of everything,” Gabriel muttered. Before Sam closed the door he asked, “Still love me?”

Sam sighed but nodded. “Yes, still love you.” Then he shut the door and tried to focus on their case.


After some useful information had been gathered, Sam and Dean stopped by a corner store for some supplies. Sam found himself looking at the pharmaceuticals for more than a couple minutes, trying to figure out how much activated charcoal an archangel would need to purge the poison in his system. He would probably need a whole county’s worth; but it wasn’t magical, so he wasn’t sure if it would work on cursed mistletoe.

Sam grabbed the only 3 bottles that were left on the shelf and as he passed by the drink section he picked up a box of cheap chamomile tea because it was supposed to help with everything; magic induced stomach aches included.

Dean gave him a raised brow at the checkout line before he asked, “You going to make him homemade chicken soup too?”

“Shut up,” Sam said, he wasn’t just going to sit by and do absolutely nothing while his lover was suffering.

“I think he’s faking it,” Dean said. “Seriously, mistletoe? People use that for kissing.”

“It’s also a very deadly poison,” Sam informed him as they were getting their order rung up. “In Norse Legend, it was the only thing that the goddess Frigg had not asked to never harm her son Baldr. Loki used another god to shoot mistletoe to kill Baldr.”

“Then who was the guy walking around that hotel?” Dean asked, remembering Baldr and Kali had had a thing.

“I think that’s why Gabriel said ‘nearly killed’ Baldr.” Sam paid for the groceries and his things for Gabriel. He was eager to get home and check on the archangel to see how he was doing. “Gods can be spiteful.”

Making it back to the motel room, it was eerie to Gabriel still in the same spot he’d left him in that morning. Gabriel looked half dazed as Sam walked over to the bed and sat next to him. Gabriel’s face was flushed and there was a shine of sweat on his skin.

“Wow, you look like crap,” Dean said from the doorway.

Gabriel scoffed. “Well thanks, Dino. Remind me to return the favor when your insides are molten lava.”

“Stop it you two.” Sam opened the bag and showed Gabriel the bottle, but didn’t get any recognition to it. “I figured it couldn’t hurt to get something for poison. It’s charcoal.”

“Bleck,” was Gabriel’s only response.

“Don’t be a baby about it,” Sam told him.

Gabriel’s head rolled back as he rolled his eyes and slowly pushed himself up. “How much did you get?”

“They only had three left,” Sam said.

“Three cases? Three pounds? Three tons?”

“Bottles. Three bottles.” Sam shrugged.

Gabriel sighed and pinched the bridge his nose for a moment. “Better than nothing I guess.” Gabriel popped off the bottle cap and Sam got up to turn on the cheapest coffee maker on the motel room table to make hot water with. Dean was doing his best to ignore them and was changing from his crisp suit to more comfortable hunting clothes. Sam went back over to join Gabriel when he had a paper cup of hot water with two teabags starting to steep. Gabriel had already emptied the whole bottle down his throat and Sam blinked.

“I wasn’t expecting it to go that fast,” Sam said.

“Well if it’s going to have any effect, might as well down them all.” Gabriel closed his eyes, still sitting up. Sam pressed his hand lightly to Gabriel’s fevered brow but immediately pulled back, as though touching the red coils of a stove.

“Ow…” Sam’s hand went to his mouth and Gabriel blinked tiredly. “You’re… literally burning up.”

“Oh great.” Gabriel groaned, his face sinking into his hands. “I hate this part.” It was obviously not the first time Gabriel had been poisoned like this, but it didn’t ease Sam’s mind.

“Um, I guess hot tea wouldn’t help at the moment then,” Sam muttered. Gabriel seemed to realize Sam was holding the cup in his hands.

“You made me tea?” Gabriel asked and a smile creased on his face as he rested his chin in his hand. “You’re sweet.” Sam shrugged and tried not to be aware of Dean making faces in the background.

“I… dunno if it’ll really help, but yeah,” Sam said. Gabriel look the cup and Sam grimaced as Gabriel started to drink it. “It’s still… hot.” The temperature didn’t seem to bother Gabriel though, which Sam was relieved to see. Archangel, he reminded himself. Sam watched a puff of steam leave Gabriel’s mouth as he let out a partly relieved sigh.

“Trust me, it’s still a few hundred degrees cooler than what’s going on in here,” Gabriel told him with a tired smile. Sam returned the smile and Gabriel laid back down, seemingly to rest, but since angels didn’t sleep, Sam could only guess that Gabriel was resting his eyes and focusing on healing.

“Come on, Sam, we got us a chupacabra to catch tonight,” Dean said, packing the essentials for a good old fashioned monster hunt. Sam changed out of his suit, but he looked at Gabriel and felt conflicted. Gabriel was still sick, perhaps even vulnerable to attack in his current state.

“Maybe you should ask Cas to go on this hunt with you,” Sam said as the sun was going down; a good time to head out and start a hunt. Dean blinked, confused.

“Why? You and me can handle it,” Dean said.

“Because… I think I should stay with Gabriel until he’s feeling better,” Sam said. Dean looked betrayed. “It’s one night, Dean, I think you and Cas can handle one chupacabra.”

“That’s our thing though,” Dean muttered. Sam rolled his eyes to the ceiling.

“Come on, Dean. Gabriel’s sick. Gabriel, the archangel that saved us from Lucifer…”

“Jesus, fine.” Dean looked up, getting out his phone. Several seconds after Dean asked, “Wanna go on a hunt?” Castiel had appeared in the motel room and said in person that yes, he would like to go on a hunt. Sam found it amusing and resisted to wish them a fun first date as they both left.

Gabriel started stirring an hour later while Sam had pulled out a book to read. An actual, fictional book. Not another tome on monsters.

“Hey,” Sam said, sitting up on the other bed. Gabriel made a groan in response. “I keep trying to figure out if you’re sleeping or not.”

“Nah, there are just periods that I feel way too dizzy to do anything,” Gabriel muttered, blinking his eyes open. He let out a mild belch that didn’t sound too pleasant and Gabriel made a face that confirmed it, his hands over his stomach. “Sam, if you ever get a pie from an anonymous admirer. Do not, I repeat, do not eat it.”

“Noted.” Sam shut his book and moved over to Gabriel’s bed. He carefully touched his cheek and found it wasn’t actually scalding hot anymore. “At least you won’t be burning down the motel tonight.”

“Yay,” Gabriel said with the scariest lack of enthusiasm. Sam made him more tea and had Gabriel swallowed another bottle of charcoal. This time he actually let the tea cool and steep properly. Gabriel gave him a tired smile as he laid down again. “You’re too good to me.” Sam shrugged, face flushing ever so lightly.

“You’re sick. I don’t even feel like I’m doing much.” Sam took Gabriel’s hand and it squeezed back lightly. Maybe he was just worried. He’d never seen Gabriel like this. Never imagined an archangel to be immobilized by something like poison or anything less than a nuclear bomb.

“You’re doing a human thing,” Gabriel said, his eyes closed, looking peaceful for the first time in hours. “Caring about me.” It sounded so alien when Gabriel said that. It made it sound like angels didn’t take care of one another. Or maybe Gabriel was still somewhat delirious and he was talking about the gods he’d been with for so long.

“Is there anything else I can do?” Sam asked softly. He felt a bit useless and anything he’d looked up for normal mistletoe just told him to call Poison Control. The least he could do was to keep Gabriel as comfortable as possible.

“Mmm,” Gabriel’s one eye opened some, “belly rub?” It sounded like a joke. It should have been a joke. Sam wanted to ask of Gabriel was serious, but he really knew Gabriel better than that. The small smile told him he WAS joking, but the watching eye hinted that Gabriel really did want some more pampering. Sam sighed, glad Dean was gone.

“Only because you’re sick,” Sam told him. Gabriel looked pleased as Sam pulled down the sheets and pushed up Gabriel’s shirts. Gabriel’s skin was flushed even under his clothes but it was a tolerable heat. Sam’s palm started a circular, clockwise motion over Gabriel’s soft belly. Gabriel let out a relaxed sound, closing his eyes again. He smiled a little and laid over Gabriel’s lap to get comfortable, his freehand tucking under Gabriel’s side for someplace to rest. It was a comfortable quiet; intimate in a non-sexual way. After a time, Gabriel’s hand found Sam’s, their fingers knitting together at his side in a silent thank you. Sam at least felt like he was doing something to help, which made him smile.


Sam woke up, half curled on Gabriel’s lap and his legs had found space along side the bed. Gabriel was sitting up and his face had returned to it’s original color and his eyes had life to them again.

“Morning, Sleeping Beauty,” Gabriel said.

“Morning.” Sam returned, rubbing his eyes and ignoring the princess name. “You look better.”

“Much.” Gabriel leaned over and out of the bucket (that Gabriel didn’t actually use for vomiting) he pulled out a handful of green leaves and white berries. “It all started coming out this morning.” Sam blinked at the pile that was dropped back into the bucket. He could only imagine Gabriel spilling up foliage, but Sam was grateful that he hadn’t seen anymore mysterious black substance that had been purged the first time Gabriel had to use their toilet.

Sam stretched out and sighed, his back popping from the way he’d been laying. “How did you eat so much mistletoe without realizing it was in the pie?”

Gabriel shrugged. “Well it was really good pie. You try to not eat an entire Asgardian baked pie in one sitting.”

“I’ll tell Dean not to eat Asgard’s pie.” Sam said and looked behind him, seeing Dean sprawled out on his bed, fast asleep. “Hunt must have been successful.” Gabriel shrugged.

“Hunt, date, what ever you want to call it,” Gabriel said. Sam smiled and pushed himself up to kiss Gabriel’s lips.

“I’m glad you’re better,” Sam said.

Gabriel sighed in a dazed, happy way. “I feel like I should say something about mistletoe and kissing.” Sam rolled his eyes and kissed Gabriel, pushing him back down so he could, lay on top of him.

“No mistletoe jokes for the rest of your life.” Sam told him and Gabriel made a noise that was probably temporary agreement. They snuggled up together until Dean woke up and started complaining about them being all mushy while he was in the same room.

anonymous asked:

you're pathetic, really. I hope u fall down a hole because homsexuals dont deserve to live. =] samifer, destiel, sabriel? get the fuck out, what is this bullcrap. dean/lisa and cas/meg is even better than this. ur followers are stupid for following this stupid blog bc everything is gay lol smh.

Look, you fucking piece of shit anon. I don’t know if this is supposed to be a joke, and usually I could reply back to people like you in a very calm manner, but today, today I am in an already pissed off mood. So let me just be clear here for a second; your bullshit doesn’t hurt me. But I will fucking reply back like a bitch to haters today because I’m depressed, angry as shit, and seriously am about to smash a wall.

First of all, don’t like homosexuals? FUCK. YOU.
Don’t like me because I’m bisexual? even more fuck you’s.
Don’t judge a person that likes a ship that you don’t understand, fuck you.
I ship what I want, fuck you.
This is my blog, fuck you.
I am who I am, can’t accept it? fuck you.
I do NOT tolerate hate send to my followers, so a double/triple fuck you.
I like double stuffed Oreos, fuck you.
I still don’t understand why this is going on but fuckkkkk yooooouuuu.

I’ll gladly dance around you with a rainbow colored flag screaming “LOOK AT ME I’M BISEXUAL AS FUCK” and throw all of my Samifer/Destiel/Sabriel fics at your face, draw you the worst example of Dean and Cas kissing each other because I suck at drawing but I DONT CARE, I would send you thousand pictures of John Barrowman kissing other homosexual people, I would stroll around your house singing everybody swings both ways by Robbie Williams from dusk till dawn or vice versa. Worst of all? I’d make you eat cookies from my uncle who is also, surprisingly, suuuuper gay. *LE GASP* SHOCKER!!!

Now please leave me alone, let me fucking read stories where two dudes or two girls love each other. Let me fucking read my fics about Dean and Cas kissing behind a wall where Sam won’t see them–let me fucking read my fics about Lucifer and Sam bonding and making peace. Let me fucking read my fics where Sam and Gabriel prank Dean or fuck each other I don’t careeeeee.





sabriel-trash: I really want to see Cas expression when he realise sDean has two massive dicks lol

Ah, yeah! I want to see that too! I would draw it but I can’t think of how that scene would go! Too many options! It’s not like Dean would just flash Cas his dicks, would he? “Hey husband, look how the Great Snake has blessed me! ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)” >w<

(He couldn’t even just do a Jensen and pull down his pants to show him. I think he has to be aroused for his dicks to get out of that pouch.)

So, just a bit of Sabriel bonding whatever that my brain pooped out while I was bored out of my mind yesterday at work. I might continue it. Might not. Let me know if you want me to.

Takes place in Season 6.

    Sam could easily be what many people consider to be an anomaly. It’s obvious that he wears his heart on his sleeve, and gets emotionally invested in almost everything. He cried for days over the things he had done without a soul, praying that somewhere, God could somehow hear him and forgive him. What he received wasn’t exactly what Sam would have called “forgiveness”, but he could take a hint.

    His last night of praying, Sam received a knock at the hotel room door. Dean had since gone out to the bar, but he stood up and grabbed his knife, just in case. He looked out the peephole, but saw nothing. Frowning, Sam opened the door, only about an inch, then looked out, still seeing nothing.

    “Seriously, kiddo?”

    Sam spun quickly, knife in hand, dropping it when he saw who was on his bed. A, supposedly dead archangel, was eating–Was that a Wonka Bar?–and lounging on his comforter like coming back from the dead was an everyday occurrence. To be honest, in his case, it probably was.

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Gabriel: You’re gonna win an Oscar for pretending my jokes aren’t funny.

Sam: You’re gonna win an Oscar for pretending your jokes aren’t trash.

Gabriel: Then why do you laugh at them

Sam: *awkward silence*