DISCLAIMER: I am at my wit's end and I can't seem to come up with something witty to say, specially at 1 AM on a school night... When I've already missed Mon. Tues. and Wed... So, not mine, plain and simpled. Show and Rights go to Mr. Eric Kripke (almighty norwhale) and the CW... I think, not sure about the last one.
Warnings: There will be Sabriel lovin' in the future. What surprises me is that there is a lack of Sabriel love! So, c'mon people! Cough it up! And make it fluffy :) Oh and you know, the abusey part of this... Some violencio in the future also.
A/N What to say... what to say... OH, I know! If you want in on the norwhale joke... Go on Youtube and then type in Charlie The Supernatural Unicorn 3. OMG, IT'S GONNA KILL US!
BTW'S I Fucking Love ~ - Those Espanol squiggles.
~SPN~
STUPID F'ING SUPERNATURAL ON SPRING F'ING HAITUS! I'M GOING CRAZY AND THE PRODUCER OR MANAGER OR WHAT THE FUCK EVER OF THE CW IS ABOUT TO BE FUBAR BY ONE BAMF! Yes, I did use abbreviations for "fucked up beyond all regognition" and "bad ass mother fucker". Sue me. NOOO, Wait I didn't mean that. I have no money. Not even a lowly allowence.
Sam had flailed for a moment before back-tracking so much, he almost fell off of the bed. Gabriel let out a nervous chuckle as he caught Sam by under his armpits and pulled him back up before more than his shoulders got off the bed. Sam looked at him, terrified. He didn't want to be touched and Gabriel seemed to notice, taking his hands away and getting off the bed as soon as he was sure Sam wouldn't fall off.
As he was about to leave the room he heard a soft voice say, "Thank you," Gabriel turned to see Sam looking at him with big, teary, puppy eyes, "For whatever you did last night. It didn't hurt when I dreamed."
Gabriel smiled and said, "No problem, kiddo." before he left the room. He walked outside into the sunshiny air, only to be called back by a nervous Sam. "G-Gabe? C-Could you stay for a while? I-I, I mean... I don' really wanna be alone ri' now..."
Gabriel nodded and settled into the chair in the corner, snapping to turn the T.V. on and for a remote to magically appear besides Sam. Who flinched at the sudden appearence, but then looked gratefully over at Gabriel. Who was now eating/pouring into his mouth, a pixie stick... give or take a dozen. Definatly give.
Sam picked up the remote and clicked until he settled on something that made him smile. It was one of those stations that replayed all the old Saturday morning cartoons. Like Scooby-Doo. Sam smiled as he watched the familiar episode progress. All the while, Gabriel quietly observed. He saw the light in Sam's eyes as he watched.
Then, in about the middle of the show, Cas and Dean showed up. And then both angels were watching the two humans, both of which had an odd light in thier eyes. Sam was leaning on Dean, as they both sat at the bottom of the bed, and yawned. His eyes slowly slipped shut and he fell asleep listening to Velma call Scooby a ham after they walked out of The Malt Shop.
As soon as Sam was asleep, Dean spoke to Cas and Gabriel, "We need something for him to eat and drink when he wakes up. He must be starvin'." Dean gave Sam a shoulder pat before lowering him down onto the bed and standing up, cracking his back.
He walked outside, muttering something like, "Watch 'im you two, I'm gettin' a drink."
So Cas and Gabriel stayed. And watched Sam. Castiel, very intensely so. So intensely Gabriel was starting to get annoyed that he was staring at Sam like he should be at Dean. So... he head-slapped him. Making Cas do a head-tilt on a 130 degree axis. Almost looked like it was gonna pop off his neck... But his eyes were still on Sam.
So Gabriel sighed and said in singsong, "Caaaaas, I'd reeeeally appreeeciate it..." -normal voice, "If you would stop eye-fucking Sammy. Go find Dean, you know full well that I called dibs."
Cas's eyes finally looked at him and then he spoke quizically, "Eye-f-" Gabriel cut him short with a wave of his hands and said, "Okay, okay. I wouldn't want for you to have to commit any more sins than you'll be doing in the next hour or so..."
And just when Castiel was about to ask what he meant... he got zapped into a sound-proofed, rather spacious closet with a locked door. And Dean. Naked.
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Quick A/N I'm sowwy, I couldn't help it! Destial always makes me think of Star Dust for some reason... And that makes me feel 7 again... ^.^ Yeah, I make those faces like that, deal with it.
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Gabriel's P.O.V.
I had finally done what I should have done AGES ago. The awkward eye glances and sexual tension were too much to ignore. But then he went and looked at Sammy like he was trying to see under his skin! So... I might have had a brief lapse in judgement... Who am I kidding, that was the best thing I did all week!
Well, besides having Sammy curl up on me like a house cat, right now. I had, once again, taken the pain away from his dreams and he seemed to have an insta-cuddle reflex. So, here I was. With Sam Winchester laying in a ball on my chest. Oddly enough, he wasn't even remotely heavy. Well, not to me at least. Must be the whole "Arch-Angel" thing I got goin' on.
Sure, my vessel was a short kinda guy (who's actually a fairly normal height. Sam just makes everyone else look like dwarves... Not the kind that scratch your eyes out, the ones that play elves at the mall during Christmas time when the kiddies go and sit on Sandy Claws lap and ask for firetrucks or world domination or whatever...), even though the man was slightly older than Sam. But, he didn't feel shorter right then. He felt stong because he knew someone depended on him. Somone needed his help. And damn, God can come smite candy right now if that didn't make him feel important.
Yess, it's over there because I hate chuuuu! jk, I love every single one of you who actually care enough to read this! :)
Angel, NOT Demon 9, Over and OUT, I really need to figure out how to do the peace sign on this...
