Author's Note: So it's been a while since I added more drabbles, and this is currently a slash pairing of the Supernatural genre that I've fallen in love with. So, yeah, enjoy.
Pairing: Sammy and Balthazar, cause fuck yeah, that's why.
Rating: PG-13, mentions of some heavy boy kissing and smutty activities.
When Hating An Angel
Sam hated Balthazar.
He simply could not stand the angel.
He didn't like his cocky grin, his heavily accented voice as smooth as velvet and as rich as Belgium chocolate. He did not like the way Balthazar called him darling, or the way he would place his hand on Sam's chest and smirk like he knew something, something that Sam was trying to keep secret.
Because maybe, just maybe, Sam secretly liked Balthazar, just a little bit. Sam maybe liked the way Balthazar would watch him when he thought Sam wasn't looking. Sam maybe liked the way Balthazar would lean over, whisper stupid, dirty little jokes in his ear.
And maybe, just maybe, Sam was falling in love with Balthazar. Maybe when Balthazar kissed him, Sam kissed back deeply. Maybe he kissed back desperately. Maybe he pulled Balthazar over-top of him and begged for it.
And maybe afterwards, when Balthazar laid down beside him, Sam spooned up to him.
Sam didn't hate Balthazar.