otp: chocolate moose

I don't ship Sabriel

Because “Sam needs his own angel”.

I don’t ship Sabriel

Because otherwise Sam’s a third wheel.

I don’t ship Sabriel 

Because of a size kink.  "Height differences are so cute!“

I ship Sabriel

Because they were created to be a parallel.  They both ran away from their families when the fighting got to be too much.  They both avoid conflict but ultimately do the right thing at great personal cost to themselves.

I ship Sabriel

Because they are perfect for each other.  Sam keeps Gabriel grounded.  Gabriel encourages Sam to step outside his comfort zone.

I ship Sabriel

Because these two are flawed and broken and hurting, and they find solace together, they understand each other.

I ship Sabriel 

Because as sad as this ship can be, it’s also beautiful.

(And also the sex.  Lots and lots of kinky sex.)

Whenever Christmas rolls around, Gabriel is the one who gets into the spirit the most. He decorates Dean’s car one year, completely covering it in Christmas lights and cackles at the look on Dean’s face.

He puts massive christmas trees in the hotel rooms and rolls Sam’s towels and puts them in a stocking every time Sam gets into the shower. Sam fell for the Wasabi candy cane once, and never again. Dean on the other hand has done it many times since they blend in so well with the apple pie flavored ones.

Every day in December until the 26th, at precisely 3:15 in the afternoon, Gabriel appears in the backseat of the Impala, belting out songs that mention him in them. Dean keeps telling Sam to make his boyfriend stop, but the number one thing Sam knows he can’t stop is the smile on his own face. (Although, one day someone tried to steal Dean’s car at 3:14 while they were in a diner, and everyone saw the man screaming in terror as he ran from the car. Dean didn’t mind it so much after that.)

On Christmas Eve, many brightly colored boxes were set under the over-decorated Christmas tree and Gabriel showed Castiel how to make hot chocolate and egg nog the right way. He wanted to teach his baby brother the right way to celebrate in modern times, that didn’t involve getting naked and hot tubbing in the snow. (Sam and Dean both put a stop to that one.)

Before they turned in to watch movies in the sweaters Gabriel had made, Castiel left cookies on the end table for ‘Santa’ that he and Gabriel had prepared, most of them either shaped like a moose, angels, or the gingerbread men that he had decorated to look like Dean and two glasses of spiked egg nog for the Winchester boys. As the Winchester boys sat on their beds and stared at the TV with their arm draped over their own Christmas angel, they found themselves enjoying this holiday more than they had before.

2

Sabrizar AU

The last thing Sam needed was to actually win the contest Dean had entered him into. Then again, he never imagined he would have a chance of being chosen out of the hundreds of entries, be booted to compete under Chef Balthazar’s watchful eye, and have a shot at the million dollars. And it never occurred to him just how far some contestants were willing to go to tempt the chef into choosing them, which probably explained why Sam and Gabriel were neck in neck for the man’s affections. Who, of course, was more than happy to provide, but never dreamed that would mean ending up in bed with both – at the same time.

Don't go breaking my heart

Title: Don’t go breaking my heart
Words: 616
Pairing: Sabriel
Warnings: Spoilers for ‘Hammer of the Gods’

“No way in hell, we are not going back there!” Dean barked out for what felt like the thousandth time.

“But Dean,” Sam started, his voice strained and desperate. “He practically threw himself in front of Lucifer for us! The least we can do is make sure he’s okay!”

There was a moment of silence before Dean grumbled out “If we die it’s your fault.” and did a u-turn, heading back towards the hotel.

Sam visibly relaxed in his seat.

“There’s something you’re not telling me.” Dean said, throwing Sam a sideways glance.

“I- What? Why would you think that?” Sam shot back.

Dean narrowed his eyes, his brother was a terrible liar, but he didn’t take the conversation farther.

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When they arrived back at the hotel around 30 minutes later, Sam practically leapt out of the car, Dean following much slower, his eyes darting around nervously.

“Dude calm down! You’re going to get us both killed!” Dean hissed at his brother, who was apparently very anxious to run head first into the hotel.

Sam glanced back at his brother quickly and slowed his pace down to match his brother’s.

Slowly they made their way into the hotel and towards the show room they had left Lucifer and Gabriel in.

When they walked in Dean let out a hiss.

“Well I guess we can assume Lucifer is still alive…… Sam?” Dean looked at his brother, who was shaking, his gun had dropped to the floor.

“Gabe….” Sam let out, his voice watery.

“Sam what’s wrong?” Dean said, moving in front of Sam, blocking his view of Gabriel’s body. Sam chose to ignore his brother in favour of staring over his shoulder, seemingly in shock.

Dean was able to put the pieces together relatively quickly.

“Sam were you and Gabriel…..?” Dean asked quietly, dreading the answer for multiple reasons.

Sam nodded slowly, attempting to focus his eyes on Dean’s face.

Dean wanted to do multiple things in that moment, one of which was chew out his brother for being with the guy that put them through so much hell, but that wouldn’t help with anything so he resentfully moved out of Sam’s way, allowing him to slowly walk towards Gabriel’s body.

When Sam reached the body, he broke down. Grabbing Gabriel in his arms and pulled him against him, silently pleading to anyone, anything to just bring him back.

Behind him, Dean watched sadly. He was actually quite pissed at the archangel. He might have been okay with him being with his brother. Sure he would have been pissed at first, but he would have gotten over it, but of course he had to go and get himself killed.

Sam had buried his face in the crook of Gabriel’s neck, still silently sobbing.

And that when he heard the most beautiful thing.

“S’mmy?”

Sam pulled back in shock, staring down at Gabriel, who was staring at him with his eyes half open in a dazed look.

“Gabe?” Sam said, not really believing his eyes.

“Why am I not dead?” Gabriel asked, looking down at where the stab wound had been previously.

Sam pulled Gabriel back against him in a crushing hug, his face buried in his hair.

“Doesn’t matter” he mumbled into his hair. “Only thing that matters is that you’re not.”

Gabriel didn’t say anything to that, just brought his arms up and around Sam’s waist.

Dean, who had been watching the exchange with mixed emotions decided that he would have the chew the archangel out later for breaking Sam’s heart, even if it was only for a few minutes, but as long as Sam is happy he thinks that he can live with this.