"So on a scale of 1 to your brother's infatuation with pie, how much do you love me?"
Sam didn't even bother to look up from the book he was reading on old Irish folklore. He had been sitting alone in some no name coffee shop avoiding his and Dean's motel room like the plague when the former Trickster appeared perched on the arm of his chair. This close, Sam was nearly overwhelmed by the scent of sugar and sweets Gabriel exuded. Not that he had any desire to get near enough to check, but none of the other angels seemed to give off any sort of aura of dessert the same way Gabe did up close. He smelled good enough to eat and Sam wondered if he would taste like sweet like cotton candy or something richer like chocolate. Stop that. This is Gabriel, angel of the Lord, original Trickster, king of the assholes. He's tried to kill you. He has killed Dean. Multiple times.
Apparently though his... nose, wasn't getting the message. Sam shifted minutely in his seat but kept his eyes glued to the words he wasn't even close to being able to read. "What do you want Gabriel?"
"Your mouth on my-"
Sam stood up so quickly Gabriel almost fell off the armrest, but the asshole was laughing even as Sam began to stalk away.
"Hey. Hey!" Gabriel jumped up to follow Sam out of the shop. "Come on, hot stuff. I'm just messing with you. I'm here to help."
Sam spared Gabe a skeptical glance but kept walking. "I find that hard to believe. Mainly because we're not actually on a case, but also because you're... you." Sam stepped out of the door first but instead of holding it for Gabriel he let it slam into the shorter man's face.
Gabriel let out an indignant squawk and Sam let himself smirk in triumph not expecting the angel to see it, but suddenly he was walking straight into just over five and a half feet of pissed off cherubim. His senses were immediately assaulted with the smell of baking cinnamon rolls and the feeling of (surprisingly) hard muscle colliding with the majority of his body. Of course he's strong. He's an archangel you idiot. The latter thought interested Sam more than he'd like to admit.
Sam shook off his thoughts just in time for Gabriel to poke a finger into his middle and proclaim, "So you think you're funny now? Pretty sure that's my job." He spoke defensively but the sparkle in his eyes belied his amusement. "And I'm not here to help you work." Gabriel's scent changed to something more like melting caramel as he flattened the rest of his hand over Sam's chest. "A little cupid told me a certain pair of lovebirds left my favorite moose all on his lonesome." Gabriel gripped Sam's shirt and pulled him down to face level. Sam let him, intoxicated by the scent of warm cherry pie. "Figured some of my special talents could be put to very good use."
Sam huffed out a laugh at the cheesiness of the line but then Gabriel surged up against his lips and all his thoughts focused on the taste of something sweet with a later burst of something tangy.
Eventually Sam had to break away for air. "Strawberry shortcake," he sighed against Gabriel's lips.
"Hmm?" Gabe's eyes were closed, but in his peripheral Sam saw they had at some point been moved to a bedroom. He smiled.
"Nothing." Sam murmured, and then went back to kissing his angel.
