Mwuhahaha I'm back my lovelies

Back with another dose of terrible, short writing

Enjoy this little Sabriel story

But be warned it is terrible. I'm still poking at this whole fanfiction thing. Also lots of suggestive stuff. Joking at different *cough* things

Thank you to everyone who supported Featherweight, and to anyone that liked it don't worry, I'm working on that one too ^^

Anyways, I cast off my fear of posting to give you this. Please R&R, although be nice please, I'm already aware that it's pretty OOC and such

Donuts.

Funny how that's the only thought that crossed Sam's half-conscious mind as he slowly woke up. He looked over at Dean's bed. Dean was sleeping soundly, with Cas snuggled up next to him, curled up in a ball like a kitten.

Donuts?

Sam started to roll out of bed, when he heard a flutter of wings and a weight dropped down over his legs, which were still sprawled out under the covers.

"Yo, Sammy! Hope you don't mind me dropping in for a visit."

Sam looked over at the sound, sighing at the prospect of dealing with the owner of that voice for another day.

"Don't call me that." Sam grumbled.

"Can I call ya Sammich?"

Sam sighed again. "No."

"Sambo?"

"Just "Sam" works perfectly fine," Sam retorted. "Now get off me, please and thank you."

Gabriel didn't move except to smirk.

Sam had to go to plan B.

Lurching sideways, Sam flung the smaller man to one side of the bed. Unfortunately he moved too fast and the pair completely rolled over until Sam was staring down, awkwardly close, at Gabriel. Gabriel, unaffected by the weight that had flopped onto him, merely beamed at Sam.

Sam rolled his eyes and got off, heading to the kitchen for coffee.

Sam walked back to the bedroom and found Gabriel chowing down donuts. On his bed.

"Off the bed, trickster. You're getting crumbs everywhere!" Gabriel winked at him before disappearing.

Sam moved forward and swept the crumbs off the bed, grumbling to himself.

Sam never understood Gabriel. His way of doing things was strange- alien even. He had the worst sense of humor and that sadistic smirk covered all other emotions, if he even had them. He was crass, snarky, and possibly crazy, Sam thought privately.

Sam finally calmed down. This is why he needed coffee before conversation. He turned more bitchy than usual when rubbed the wrong way before coffee.

"I could rub you the right way instead. Maybe that would help your bitchy mood."

Sam whipped around. "Gabriel, first of all, get out of my head. Second of all, you need to-" Gabriel was right in front of Sam in an instant, and was touching a finger to his lips. "Shush, Sammich. We both know you'd like it too much if I did that anyway. No need to state the obvious." Gabriel purred, smirking.

Sam pushed Gabriel's hand away. "Bite me" he growled.

"Gladly" Gabriel lunged forward and closed his jaw down on Sam's neck. Hard. Sam pulled back with a startled yelp, but Gabriel had disappeared again with a laugh.

"You don't need to be such a dick, Gabriel!" Sam hissed into empty air.

Dean was stirring now, peering curiously over at Sam. "Sam, who were you talking to?"

"The Trickster. He decided to make a rather unwelcome appearance this morning." Sam grumbled irritably.

"I'm hurt, Sammich. Now I see I'm unwanted." Gabriel's voice groaned over-dramatically behind him.

Sam sighed and turned around to face Gabriel. "Cut it out, Gabriel. Or else."

"Or else what, Sammy?" Gabriel purred, winking. Cas buried his face in embarrassment of his annoying relative, and Sam shuddered inwardly. "Gabriel, no. I don't mean-"

He whipped around as he saw Castiel and Dean get the hell out of there, both disappearing into thin air as Cas zapped them who the hell knows where.

Sam groaned. Why did they leave him with the most annoying, snarky, big-mouthed prankster they knew? He suddenly felt a wave of remorse over his barbed mental words directed at Gabe.

He did not seriously just mentally call him Gabe. No.

Gabriel was busy snacking on a butterfinger bar, so he wasn't intruding Sam's thoughts. Safe in this knowledge, Sam allowed the thought to slip that although annoying, Gabriel was very cute. Adorable even. He may play that nonchalant, almost boastful smirk but he was adorable through and through.

Sam snapped back to reality, disturbed by his own train of thought, only to see Gabriel looking up at him, a smirk playing on his face. Sam stared back defiantly. Gabriel merely chuckled. Sam turned away pointedly only to see Gabriel in front of him. Sam turned and saw a copy... -Or perhaps the real him?- Sitting on the bed as he was before. Sam backed away and glared at Gabriel. Gabriel looked at Sam like he was holding back laughter at his pouting. "Don't you have anything better to do?" Sam finally asked, thoroughly annoyed.

Gabriel considered it, a smirk on his lips. "Nope." He raised his eyebrows. "Why do you ask, Kiddo?"

"Because..." Sam groaned. "Never mind. Just leave me alone."

Gabriel shrugged and vanished, leaving Sam alone. Sam found himself regretting telling him to go away, but simply ignored it and flopped down on the couch to watch TV.

Flipping through the channels, Sam could not keep his thoughts from wandering to the archangel. He always caught himself, but he would resume as normal not five minutes later.

Dean and Castiel returned after a few hours. Dean chuckled. "Did you two finally just make out?"

Sam made a face. "Definitely not. That's horrifying." He frowned, maybe a little too crazily, but Dean didn't notice and simply laughed at him before grabbing a beer and snatching the remote from Sam. Sam scowled in protest but was promptly ignored.

Dean sighed. "Nothing but shit on TV." He growled, annoyed.

"What did you expect? It's motel TV." Sam stood up. "I'm going to... Look some stuff up." He tossed the words over his shoulder as he walked away. Why did it always have to be him that deals with this? He had to occupy himself.

Soon, Sam was lost in his own little world, blocking out the sounds of the TV in the other room. At least he had some alone time. For now. Sam grimaced. He didn't want to deal with Gabriel's tricks or Castiel's awkward questions. No demons or ghosts or pissed off spirits. Just him and his laptop, even if for only a little while.

All he needed was...

Just.

One.

Hour.