Falling for you
Now who would've thought that – my first Supernatural fic and it's a Sabriel one. Dear god. Here I am, Destiel shipper down to the heart, writing some soppy, fluffy Sabriel. Oh well.
Disclaimers: None. A tiny bit of sexual innuendo, but not much. And I obviously don't own Supernatural or any of its characters.
The first few hours after a hunt were usually the best he had in weeks. At least they used to be until lately. He and Dean would search for the closest motel, check in, and the first thing he did was taking a good, long, hot shower, and secondly fall head-first into bed and sleep for a straight twelve hours.
This time, though, Sam lay in his bed, it was 3 a. m. and he couldn't sleep. Instead, he found himself staring at the ceiling, listening to Dean snoring contented in the bed just a few feet away. A silent sigh escaped Sam's lips.
Why couldn't he sleep when he was so incredibly tired, for Christ's sake?
This hunt hadn't been that different from the previous ones. Not at all. Not... much. Except for the feeling afterwards. He still felt restless – not hunted, not on edge like he usually did when they were working on a case – just restless. Like waiting for something and not knowing what he was actually waiting for. He had assumed it was because of the current hunt, which had taken them for almost three weeks to solve, and he had hoped that this restless, nervous feeling would puff into thin air once the case did. But, no - and so he lay on the not-that-uncomfortable bed of the not-that-shabby motel room and just wondered what to do.
All he wanted to do was sleep, but he had given up on counting sheep a few hours ago. Sam didn't know how long it had been that he had a good night's sleep, which was practically an impossible thing to do during a case.
Speaking of the case, it really hadn't been different. Another shapeshifter, who was just really hard to track down, but... was there anything special about it?
Well, not about the case. About the company. Not the usual 'team free will', as Dean had named it, but a 'team free will' with the addition of a certain archangel.
Gabriel had proven to be a useful hunter. Or assistant hunter, whatever. It had started when the shapeshifter first appeared and the brothers had straight-on faced him – which ended, unfortunately and for some stupid reasons and coincidences, in the Winchesters getting their asses handed to them by the shapeshifter.
Until a short, familiar figure had teleported right into the fighting scene, out of nowhere, roundhouse-kicked the shifter one single time, sending him flying down the street. They quickly had taken their heels into their hands. Though it was not in fact their style of fighting, both brothers needed some recovery time and, mostly, a new plan.
Sam had tried to call Gabriel that night, just to say thank you. But to no avail. Either the archangel hadn't listened or he simply didn't want to stop by. Sam remembered having shaken his head, mumbling 'Whatever, then I'll don't thank you this time...' and suddenly having the feeling that he was being watched.
And he thought he had heard a quiet, short fluttering sound coming from the small kitchenette, but maybe it had just been an illusion. Nothing and no one could be spotted there when he checked.
Since that night, he hadn't slept well. It wasn't the feeling of being stalked or something like that, it was... different.
In the following fights, Sam caught himself frequently at hoping for another saving roundhouse-kick and mostly, his prayers got heard. Which meant, Gabriel popping up, kicking some demon or someone else's butt and ending up grabbing a beer at a local bar with Dean and Cas and Sam afterwards.
And that was more and more comfortable and enjoyable. Gabriel was good company, once they had sorted a few things out with him – mostly concerning the archangel killing Dean over and over and their unlucky start in general – and when Cas was brooding and silent and just... being Cas, Gabriel was the one to lighten up the mood. Sam couldn't deny that he liked this side of the trickster. The funny, happy-go-lucky, joking-jerk side.
Silently smiling to himself, Sam huffed into the dark room. „Gabriel..." and shook his head at the memory of a night at a bar not long ago, where he had ended up with the archangel alone, Dean and Cas had already returned to the motel, and the two of them just sat at the bar, drinking one beer after the other, and simply having a good time.
Dean still couldn't stand the angel. Well, Dean already had an angel of his own – the thought made Sam roll his eyes, he still wondered what the hell that thing going on between them was. Or currently developed into. Whatever. He securely filed it under „Things I gladly won't do research on".
But while Dean had apparently found someone special, he was still laying here on his bed, staring into the dark corners of the room. Sighing again, Sam realized he couldn't do anything about it, just hope for the sunrise to come early.
Which, of course, it wasn't likely going to happen.
He closed his eyes to at least give them some rest, considering there wasn't anything around them.
The youngest Winchester winced slightly when he heard the almost unnoticeable flutter of wings. Moments later, he felt his mattress dip down at a point near his hips, so he blinked slowly into the pale moonlight.
„Hi, Gabe," Sam whispered to the figure of the archangel sitting on the edge of his bed. Curly hazel hair almost fell into Gabriel's eyes. A warm smile spread on the angel's lips when he turned his head to look at the tall man sitting up next to him.
„Hi Sammy," Gabriel answered quietly.
Right then, Sam's already high level of awkwardness hit the roof. Nervously, he wiped his sweaty hands onto the sheets, but was surprised that this reaction of his body didn't in fact surprise him in the least. 'I'm starting to get used to this,' he thought amused, suppressing a sigh when he realized it was just... what happened regularly when Gabriel appeared. And he appeared a lot lately.
And Sam couldn't deny that the archangel's behavior had become increasingly affectionate during the past hunt. Body contact? On every occasion, even if it was just standing so close that their shoulders touched, or brushing his hand over Sam's when handing his beer to him. Meaningful looks? Gabriel merely looked at anything that wasn't Sam. And always holding his gaze longer than necessary. Ambiguous comments? Their conversations consisted of almost nothing else. Sam had always told himself that it was just how Gabriel was, joking and not having a problem with taking the mickey out of himself.
Sam didn't know what to think about it. If it wasn't – first – an archangel of the Lord he was talking about and – second – a male one, even if it was just a vessel, then he would have thought Gabriel was courting him. And that thought gave him goosebumps and, strangely enough, butterflies in his stomach at the same time.
Shaking the thoughts off his mind, he focused back on the man sitting on his bed. „Why are you here? In the middle of the night?" he asked, voice low to not disturb Dean.
„You called, I came, what can I do for you?" Gabriel asked back, smirking slightly.
„I called...?" Sam broke the eye contact to stare onto his blanket. Right. He had said Gabriel's name once... he hadn't considered he might call him just like that. „Oh. Yes, I did. I didn't mean to exactly call you, though, so you don't have to-"
Gabriel shrugged. „I don't mind, kiddo. Besides, seeing you sit around here since nightfall and not getting any sleep, I thought you might appreciate some company anyway."
The hunter sighed and rested his head back against the headboard of the bed. „Yeah, damn right I could. Can't you just zap me to sleep or something? I'm so tired..."
„No, sorry, Sammy," the archangel smiled and shook his head. „I'd like to talk to you anyway, in all seriousness. Not here, though, I don't wanna see what Dean-o here does to me when I'm the cause for him waking up at this time in the morning."
And with that, he snapped his fingers and Sam found himself sitting outside, under a tall tree, with Gabriel sitting merely a few inches away. The angel quickly got to his feet to pace back and forth in front of him.
Apparently, he was just as restless as Sam felt. The latter smiled meekly to himself when he realized it.
„What if Dean wonders where I am?" he asked, concerned his big brother would start a hunt for his brother's kidnappers in the middle of the night.
„Nah, Cas has an eye on him. He always has."
Sam laughed silently, more to himself than to Gabriel. „Yeah, right..."
„Listen, Sammy, I brought you here to talk, and not about our brothers," Gabriel started. Sam eyed him, quirking a surprised eyebrow at him. He couldn't remember having seen Gabriel that serious before. „I really don't care what they're up to. Nothing that I wanna know for sure. So," he stopped and looked down at Sam – a picture so unusual that it almost made the hunter laugh again – and the angel lowered his voice to an even more serious tone. „Why don't you just tell me what bugs you?"
„Noth-"
„Oh, don't nothing me," Gabriel huffed, „You can't sleep and I've heard Dean ask you at least three times this evening if you were okay. And it wasn't the kind of 'Are you okay because you just got smacked into a wall by a shapeshifter four times'-"
Sam interrupted him with a cough. „Three."
„- Fine, three times. It was the kind of 'Are you okay because I see that something troubles you?' So you clearly don't want to speak to Dean about it. Care to talk to me instead?" Gabriel wriggled a suggestive eyebrow.
„There's really nothing to talk about." Sam shrugged it off, still feeling so naggingly restless.
Gabriel turned around, staring into the sky in silence. Sam chuckled shortly to himself. The scenery couldn't be any more soppily romantic, if it wasn't Gabriel out there with him.
Gabriel, who stood there with this hands on his waist, legs spread slightly, curly brown hair falling back down as his head was tilted backwards. Sam didn't need to actually see him to picture the frown on his face. Another chuckle escaped his lips as he realized how much he had gotten to know the archangel over the past few weeks.
Sam leaned forward, pushing himself to his feet. For a moment, he pondered whether to join Gabriel, who stood a few feet away, or just stay here, keeping a bit of a safety distance from the other one. For some reason, Sam felt like needing it.
Eventually, he settled for the second option and leaned back against the tree trunk, looking up at the stars as Gabriel did. The night was clear, the moon was shining bright and it was so warm that Sam didn't freeze despite the fact that he only wore his pajama. Which consisted merely of a plain white t-shirt and his boxers.
Gabriel's silence made him think, though. There weren't much opportunities where the archangel wasn't babbling or ranting or just... not having his mouth open, so it was naturally bothering Sam.
The angel really seemed to feel that he was bothered by something. And apparently, he really wanted Sam to talk about it to him.
Sam cleared his throat to break off the awkwardness between them. „Listen, Gabe, I see that you're serious about this, and I appreciate your concern, but... I don't even know what's up with me, so... Even if I wanted to talk to you about it, and believe me, I would appreciate it very much to get rid of whatever this is, I have no idea what to tell you."
Slowly Gabriel turned back around to face him, displaying the exact same frown Sam had pictured him with. The hunter gave him a lopsided smile, trying to dub the nervousness that suddenly spread in his chest, once the archangel's eyes locked with his.
„But you admit that it's not 'nothing', Sammy?" Gabriel asked back, his voice low.
„I..." Sam started, taking a deep breath and realizing how fascinating the angel's eyes were in the pale moonlight – a thought that sent another shiver through his body. „I know that it's not
'nothing', yes. I just don't know what 'it' is, then."
The fact that he didn't care about Gabriel calling him 'Sammy' kicked in not less than a few seconds later. He really didn't mind the angel giving him nicknames, and there had been worse ones than 'Sammy', although that one was usually reserved for Dean.
But well, he had laid that 'usual' thing to rest weeks ago, or so it seemed.
Gabriel looked away, sideways onto the grass that whipped back and forth gently in the mild summer breeze.
'Yet another chick flick moment,' Sam thought, but suppressed the amused smile when Dean popped up in his mind.
„So there is something," Gabriel stated, absentmindedly and more to himself than to Sam.
The latter decided to not answer and watched the angel in silence.
After a few long moments, Gabriel looked up, head still tilted down, giving Sam a look that was both innocent and wicked. And he smiled gently, all over his face, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes, which made Sam's stomach tingle strangely.
Sam wasn't prepared for the wave of sexual tension that suddenly hit him like a brick wall. From one second to the other, it was there between them, urgent, heavy, thick and incredibly unexpected and... Sam just stared at the angel, eyes widened slightly. That was Gabriel, for christ's sake. Fucking Gabriel. Archangel. Of the Lord. And the look in his eyes made Sam want to do things to him he never thought he would even consider one day.
The fact that Gabriel was reading his thoughts shamelessly way too often came to his mind as well, making him squirm uncomfortable. This whole conversation... Gabriel had so planned this, who was he kidding.
The hunter wanted to shake his head in disbelief, but instead found himself staring at the archangel, stunned. He exhaled deeply, trying to recover his self-control.
„So," Gabriel finally began, taking a step towards Sam.
„If there actually is,"
- another step for emphasis -
„'something',"
Gabriel took another step forward as the word rolled meaningfully off his tongue, almost invading Sam's personal space now,
„then I can help you-"
Gabriel now stood so close in front of Sam that the latter could not only see his warm, hazel eyes sparkling mischievously as he went on, but also the smirk tugging at his lips, tugging at those ridiculously soft-looking lips,
„realize what it is."
And with that final words, Gabriel raised one of his hands to Sam's chest, resting it there lightly to trace his fingertips over the cotton-clad skin, before he leaned up and closed the last few inches between their lips. Sam's eyes fluttered shut.
But right when Sam pursed his lips, expecting those deliciously curled lips pressed against his own, nothing happened.
Confused, the hunter opened his eyes – just to find himself back in their motel room, laying on his bed. He let out the breath he wasn't aware of holding, and slowly sat up, prepping himself up on his elbows. A short glance to the second bed in the room told him that Dean was still asleep safe and sound.
And he was laying there cursing silently over an archangel for being the friggin' worst cocktease he'd ever met.
The feeling of restlessness had vanished, though.
It had gotten replaced with a strange, long-forgotten feeling of fuzzy warmth and affection.
Which didn't mean he was going to fall asleep any faster than before.
And calling a certain archangel was completely out of question right now.
So far... what do you think? :) Reviews are candy, and remember – Gabriel loves candy.