Title: Pickles
Rating: T just to be safe. (I think it's more of a k+ but idk how ratings work.)
Pairing: Sam/Gabriel
Prompt: Sabriel mpreg. Gabriel grumbles about being fat and Sam distracts him.
Notes: Unbeta'd. If you would like to request your own prompt I have a link to my tumblr you can send there, or contact me here.
Everyone always says agree with the pregnant women no matter how crazy it is. If she wants to want the house pink with polka dots you agree and smart you waits a day, because their taste change every fucking hour, and if she still wants it you to do it – or risk never getting laid again. This is also true for male pregnant angels.
"Sammy, I want pickles."
"You hate pickles," Sam automatically responds. Eyes go wide in horror at what he said, head snapping up to see if Gabe maybe just didn't hear – please god have him not heard. Today though is apparently not Sam's day.
Gabriel's eyes are already welling up, tears dripping down quickly. Before Sam could even get over there to comfort him a loud racking sob escaped. His body was quacking with emotion, palms flat against the side of his head.
"Don't you think I know that! It's your fault!" Just as quickly as those tears appeared they vanished. Gabriel glared at Sam, finger pointed in accusation. "This," he gestured down to his extended stomach, "Is all your fault! I told you angel reproduction is different! That melding soul and grace in sex creates and offspring but did you listen?" Gabriel stood up, waddling closer to Sam. "No!" He accentuated with a poke to the chest that had Sam rolling his lips between his teeth trying not to laugh. One of the most powerful angels in existence and he pokes in the chest like a five year old trying to hurt someone.
"I'm sorry," Sam said, putting his arms around Gabriel's waist. "I'm," Sam kissed him, "So," and again, "Sorry," and one last time.
He could hear Gabriel sigh against his chest. "I'm so fat and I keep craving weird things, and some things I hate. What the hell is wrong with me?"
Sam pulled back a little from where he was holding Gabriel to stare at him in confusion. "Your pregnany Gabe, what the hell did you think was going to happen? You shot rainbows out your ass and then a magical baby would appear?" Sam said, giving him bitchface twenty-six, the it's-so-obvious-how-do-you-not-know-this look.
"But I'm unattractive this fat."Gabriel grumbled, shifting his weight from foot to foot.
Sam couldn't help it this time, he threw his head back and laughed.
When he finally recovered enough to look down at his husband, he flinched. The glare Gabriel was giving him was the I-am-an-archangel-and-I-will-end-you look.
"Baby," Sam began gently, one hand coming to rest on Gabriel's extended stomach. "You are so hot like this. You're not fat, your pregnant. Your carrying my child. Do you know how sexy that is?" Sam continued to rub soothing circles over Gabe's womb, tracing small patterns into the skin.
When Gabriel finally met his eyes his smile was blinding. "Maybe you could show me just how sexy I am, tiger?"
And, well, who was Sam to deny him that?