This is part of my College AU series that begins with 'Prank and Problems,' though you don't have to read it to understand. Basically, you just need to know Sam and Gabriel are college roommates.
Disclaimer: Maybe for Christmas all fangirls will find they have joint ownership of Supernatural.
"Oh, Sammykins!" Gabe sang in a warbling falsetto, causing said brunette to briefly glance up from his breakfast of fruit and yogurt. At any other time, his healthy meal would earn him several minutes' worth of teasing, but Gabriel had been strangely quiet all morning. Up until now that was.
The pre-law student was greeted by the sight of the shorter man bedecked in a cheerfully tacky green holiday sweater. Knowing Gabe's ego, the figure depicted on the front was probably supposed to be the Archangel Gabriel. The horn he was clutching and the six wings didn't really oppose Sam's theory, either.
"What, Gabe?" Sam groaned. He feared the worst; last time his roommate had been quiet for this long, he'd somehow managed to free all the animals from the biology wing of the college. All while cackling, actually cackling, "Fly my pretties, fly!" Sam still can't watch The Wizard of Oz without picturing the midgetty trickster. Gabe's reply of sorts brought him rather abruptly from his musings.
SMACK!
Sam rubbed his cheek, eyes wide. "Wha-… did you just… kiss me?" he stammered. The festive man snickered at his gobsmacked expression.
"You mean to say that this entire morning you never once looked up?"
Admittedly, Sam had been preoccupied with getting his books and notes together for the last day of classes before winter break, but how that related to Gabe kissing him, he didn't know.
Dropping his spoonful of yogurt, he slowly raised his hazel eyes to the ceiling, curious and slightly worried over what his roommate had accomplished without the brunette's knowledge. Except, "Gabe, are those plants? I still don't get how pinning plants to our ceiling has anything to do with-"
The larger man was cut off by Gabe's exasperated, "Samsquatch." He then proceeded to manhandle Sam's chair into a new position, his petite stature belying his actual strength, and gestured to the greenery once more.
"I still don't… oh." For there on the ceiling in what Sam belatedly realized was mistletoe, were the words, "Merry Christmas, Sammy!" Hence the kiss to his cheek. Which brought up another question. "How did you get all that nailed up there without me hearing?"
After mumbling what sounded suspiciously like "Crowley," the blonde grinned. "A trickster has his ways." His eyes flashed gold with barely suppressed mirth. "Well, that and Christmas magic!"
A/N: So thoughts? This is unbetta'd, so sorry for any mistakes. I actually wrote this in July so I'll use the whole 'Christmas in July' thing as an explaination for why I wrote a Christmas story.
By the way, the Crowley comment is in referrence to AJ Crowley from Good Omens, which everyone should read, not the King of the Crossroads.