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I could make excuses. I could say I've been at work but I haven't had any shifts in a month. I could say that my head was still a bit messed up but truthfully, it's been better than it has in a while since I blew up. I could say that I was waiting for June 30, to ironically post on the anniversary of my daily prompts as a 'do over' of sorts (which is actually sorta true).
Truthfully, though? I was just bingeing on YouTube for three straight days. But honestly, I'm way better than I was when doing that Destiel human AU fic (which should be updated at some point. I think. I hope. Don't hold me to that). I finally TALKED about what was going on in my head and while I didn't let everything slip, I did talk about a fair bit. It really, REALLY helped.
Anyway, enough of my personal shit! Here's the Sabriel daily prompt fic I promised! I'm recycling my prompts from '100 Cheesy' but they should be in a totally different order!
(And okay, so this surprise isn't technically from either of them for the other. But it works?)
1. Lovely surprise for partner
"You coming back any time soon?" Sam said, holding the phone to his ear with his shoulder while finishing the last of the dishes. "It's oddly quiet without you."
"You really complaining? You all but shoved me and Cas out the door two weeks ago!" Dean replied.
"Because you were two seconds from screwing each other on the kitchen table! I just told you guys to go and get some space because Bobby's not going near that sorta talk with a ten foot stick!"
"Yeah, yeah. Hold on a sec."
Sam grimaced when the sound of kissing reached his ears, slightly buzzy and static-sounding through the phone.
"Dude, really? While I'm on the phone?"
"What can I say, Sammy? The angel wants a kiss, the angel gets a kiss."
"My apologies, Sam," Sam heard faintly from Cas.
"Yeah – no, don't worry about it. I'm gonna go now, so you two can make out all you want. There are some things I don't need to hear."
"Whatever, bitch."
"Later, jerk."
Sam awkwardly manoeuvred himself so that he could drop the phone on the kitchen bench, making sure that Dean hung up before getting back to the dishes. Though he felt awful for it, a little spark of envy began to flare in his chest. He was beyond thrilled that Dean had finally gotten his head out of his ass and told Cas how he felt – God knew that bitch deserved to be happy for once – but at the same time…
At the same time, it made him realise how lonely he was. He was so used to being the centre of Dean's focus, even when he'd been at Stanford and hadn't spoken to Dean for four years, and now Cas had crashed into his life and stolen Dean's attention and now Sam wasn't the only most important figure in Dean's life and –
Fuck. He was a horrible, selfish brother. How could he be so jealous of Cas? The dude had rebelled against Heaven and died for them – he deserved Dean, no doubt about it. But Sam was lonely. He missed the days of just him and Dean, when Dean would pick on him and push him around but make no secret of the fact that he loved him to bits.
'Careful,' a voice sniggered. 'Any angstier and no one'll be able to tell the difference between you and Dean.'
'Shut the hell up.'
"That mini Sam in your head is right, y'know," a strikingly familiar voice said. "Any more emo and I'll have to put you in ripped jeans and eyeliner and dump you in the middle of My Chemical Romance or something."
Sam whipped around, yanking his gun out of the waistband of his jeans. Familiar golden eyes twinkled at him from under a mop of light brown hair and matching raised eyebrows.
"You. You're dead," were the first words out of his mouth. "You died."
"That's true. But I'm back!" Gabriel grinned at him and held out a lollipop that hadn't been in his hand before. "Lollipop? They do tell you not to accept candy from strangers but I'd like to think we're past the whole 'get into my van' stage."
Sam just stared.
"No? Okay then. More for me!"
Gabriel unwrapped the lollipop and stuck it into his mouth with an obscene moan. Sam's lower half twitched in interest. He hadn't been in love with the archangel by any stretch of the word…but he liked to think that there had been something before Gabriel's death. Maybe it was just one-sided on his part but he'd definitely been interested and if Gabriel had made any sort of move…he wasn't sure he'd have refused.
"Did you get a lobotomy or something? I mean, I knew you could be a bit dim but I didn't know you'd gone totally dumb since I got shish-kebabed."
"Did God bring you back?" Sam finally managed to say. Gabriel shrugged.
"Course. Who else has the juice? Never got to talk to Him but then, neither did Cassie. Kinda nice he went to the effort, though."
"What – what do you mean?"
"There's a reason we archangels try not to get dead. S'easy for Dad to bring back a wittle baby angel like Castiel – just snap His fingers and put the puzzle back together. But we were made out of primordial energy, so it takes time and effort. I'm kinda flattered, to be honest."
Sam took a tentative step towards Gabriel, who grinned.
"Good to see you too, Samoose. I always wanted to call you that. You're tall and lanky like a moose, and you got the hair."
Sam frowned at him.
"Why did you come to me?" he said. "Why not go back into hiding and keep away from us? We're the ones who got you killed."
"True. But I did choose to stay behind and stick it to Luci – and good job on putting that bag of dicks back. Couldn't've done it without me, eh?"
Sam mutely shook his head.
"Truthfully? I kinda missed your giant moose ass. It was fun to screw around with you two shmucks but I liked you. Dean's too quick to go 'stabby killy' but hey, you forgave me, right?"
"I didn't forget."
A shadow flickered across Gabriel's face for a second.
"Yeah. I'm sorry about that. But hey, I did have a point, didn't I? You had to learn to live without Dean."
"Yeah. If I'd listened to you, maybe Ruby wouldn't've been able to mess with my head like she did. But I've only got myself to blame. It was my mistake to listen to her."
Looking uncharacteristically serious, Gabriel approached Sam, who was looking at the floor.
"Hey. I gotta take some of that blame too," he said, taking Sam's chin and raising his head enough to meet his eyes. "I could've been straight with you instead of fucking around. I could've told you what Heaven and Hell were planning. But I chickened out and decided to screw with your head."
Sam blinked stupidly. Gabriel's signature cocky grin returned.
"Okay, that's enough 'sappy Gabe'. I'm back, Samsquatch! We should get drunk and have hot sex!"
Sam's mind skidded to a halt.
"I – you – what?" he gaped in a very fish-like manner. Gabriel raised his eyebrows.
"Well, when two guys like each other very much – or are just incredibly horny for each other –"
"No, I get that. I just – what? Why me? You can create stuff out of thin air."
"Yeah…that gets kinda boring after a while, to be honest. Good for getting off but nothing like the real thing. And why not you? I can't exactly tell anyone else who I am or they won't believe me. It's kinda liberating to sleep with someone who actually knows who I am – hell, even Kali and all the other gods and goddesses I slept with thought I was Loki. And besides, I kinda like you a lot better than that overcompensating brother of yours. He tends to shoot before questions. I like a man who'll try to talk to me before staking me in the chest."
"I didn't talk before I staked you after the Mystery Spot."
"Yeah but your headspace was kinda crappy then. Also, I know Deanie is off-limits. I wouldn't want to get in between that delicious eyesex he has with baby Cassie. Man on a mission, amirite? I'm gonna have fun getting those two idiots to 'fess up."
"Uh…you're a bit too late. They got together two years ago, after we shoved Lucifer back."
Gabriel whistled.
"Impressive. I thought they'd dance circles around each other for the next millennium."
Sam was reeling. This had to be Gabriel. He talked and acted just like the archangel! And yet…Sam had to be sure. He couldn't just accept that this was Gabriel and throw himself in, only to find out that it was just some creature fucking around with him for fun.
"Anyway, who cares about them? How 'bout having some fun with me?" Gabriel held out a hand, wiggling his eyebrows. Sam reached out slowly, as if to take his hand, but then grabbed Gabriel's wrist in a vice-like grip and pulled his arm forward.
"The hell –?"
Quick as lightning, Sam pulled out a silver knife and sliced Gabriel's palm. The man didn't react at all, so Sam muttered, "Christo," under his breath. His heart began to lift when Gabriel didn't whip his head around and glare at him with black eyes.
"Okay, I shoulda expected that from my jumpy little moose. I can prove I'm an angel if you really wanna be sure."
Sam released Gabriel's wrist. When Gabriel's shining angel blade slipped into his hand, Sam jumped back and raised his gun, aiming right at Gabriel's heart.
"You do know that even if I wasn't an angel, that would still do jack shit, right?"
"I'll still feel better about it if I get to pump some lead into you before I die."
"Oooh. Kinky."
Gabriel rolled up his sleeve, pressed the point of the blade to his arm and sliced. Sure enough, while the wound bled red blood, luminescent bluish-white grace shimmered out of the cut and proved that this was Gabriel.
It was Gabriel. Gabriel was alive!
"Believe me now, Moosey?" Gabriel smirked, stashing his blade away and pulling his sleeve down. "So what d'you say? Wanna get drunk and make out?"
Sam tried to formulate words but couldn't. Unable to speak, he did the only thing he could think of; he reached out and tugged Gabriel into a tight hug, crushing the archangel in his arms.
"Came back only to die by moose," Gabriel wheezed. "What a way to go."
"You're alive!" Sam loosened his grip so that Gabriel wasn't squashed against his body but still remained in his arms.
"Yeah, I think we established that, Samsquatch. You done being a cheesy, lobotomised moose?"
Sam rolled his eyes.
"I get enough crap from my brother. Don't you start."
"Or what?" Gabriel challenged, his eyes gleaming mischievously. "What're you gonna do to me?"
"I'm taller. Do you really want to know?"
"Oh sure, rub your height in the short guy's face. You better watch your step or I'll shrink you down to midget size. But for now, I think I want a 'Welcome back to the living, Gabe!' kiss."
The minute Gabriel pressed his lips to Sam's, the taller man knew he'd lost. All he could do was let out a startled groan, dig his fingers into Gabriel's biceps and hold on for the ride.