"Moose!"
Sam looked up from his book, frowning slightly. The short archangel that was his boyfriend was sitting on the bed with a handful of candy bars in his hand. Raising an eyebrow, Sam asked, "What?"
"I was thinking," Gabriel said, slowly unwrapping the delicious chocolatey treat and taking a huge bite out of it, "That I need a nickname."
"And why do you need a nickname?" Sam asked, confused. Gabriel shrugged and said, mouth still full of candy,
"'Cause, ya know, I call you 'Moose.' That's your nickname. But what about me? Don't I get a nickname?"
"Yeah," Sam said with a roll of his eyes, "How about Gabby? And don't eat that on Dean's bed. He'll murder me if he finds chocolate all over it."
"Gabby? Bro, you serious? Ew. No." Gabriel sighed, ignoring Sam completely about Dean's bed, "And Deanie Weenie is-"
"Deanie Weenie? Deanie Weenie? What's with you and nicknames?"
"I just want one," Gabriel defended, "And Gabby, Gabe, Gab, and anything like that is totally off-limits, just so you know."
Sam sighed and shut his book, running his hands through his tufty hair before glancing up at the blond still munching through candy on his bed.
"If I give you a nickname will you leave me alone so I can found out how to kill this thing?"
"I could really go for some Taco Bell right now," Gabriel said as he unwrapped yet another candy bar.
"Gabriel!"
"Alright, fine," The trickster sighed, tossing the wrapper towards Sam, "You and your monsters. So, what do ya think would be a good nickname for me?"
"Cupcake? Honey? Baby?" Sam ran through all the generic gooey couple nicknames and Gabriel wrinkled his nose in disgust before shaking his head abruptly.
"Dude, you are suggesting all the wrong names. All the wrong names. Do you have a thing for bad nicknames? Like Gabby? And Cupcake? I love cupcakes, but seriously. No. Stop."
"What names do you have in mind, shortie?" Sam scowled. But as he said this an idea suddenly struck and he turned his head to face the blond, "Hey...Do you like shortcakes? Like strawberry shortcake?"
"Orange Blossom and Gingerbread freak me out."
"No! Not the show! Like, the cake!"
"Bitch, of course I love strawberry shortcake!"
Sam thought about it for a moment, taking Gabriel's height compared to him (A whole eight inches shorter) into consideration. After a moment, Sam said,
"How do you like Shortcake?"
Gabriel perked up, cocking his head to the side.
"Wow. Cake. And my height. Into one thing. God man, I love ya."
"You don't think that sounds like...?" Sam couldn't really think what to say. He was honestly going to say 'the gayest thing ever' but decided against it.
"Oh my Moose, you just gave me a nickname, and I'm lovin' it," Gabriel grinned, ripping the wrapper off his final candy bar, "Yeah...Ya know, I am really digging McDonald's at the moment."
"You and Dean and Castiel's eating habits make me wonder why you are all not six hundred pounds," Sam said with a roll of his eyes, "What happened to Taco Bell?"
"Hey! Six hundred divided by two...Three hundred! A hundred pounds per one person! Three! A triangle has three side! ILLUMI-"
Sam threw his book at Gabriel from across the room.
"Shut up, Shortcake."
