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33. Take showers together

"Seriously?" Sam complained when the shower door slid open and a very naked Gabriel stepped inside, beaming. "You can't want –"

"What, so I'm a sex monster now?" Gabriel clasped a hand over his heart, a look of overexaggerated hurt on his face. "I'm hurt, Samsquatch. Hurt, I tell you!"

Sam just rolled his eyes, then closed them so he could wash the shampoo out of his hair.

"You didn't even invite me for the fun part!"

"I'm sure you'll live," Sam said dismissively. He turned to grab the bar of soap, which in retrospect was probably not the wisest move when he had a naked, determined archangel in the shower with him.

"Hyah!"

"What the hell?" Sam yelped, jumping away from the hand that slapped his ass hard. However, there was that tiny matter of – you know – being in a shower. With a wet tile floor. And wet tile floors don't really like giant moose all that much. So naturally, Sam's foot slipped on said wet tile floor and he went crashing to the ground in a tangle of oversized limbs.

"Shit!" Gabriel knelt down next to Sam, who was groaning and rubbing at his throbbing head. He hissed when his hand passed over the point of impact and a sharp spike of pain lanced through his brain.

"Fuuuuck."

"For Dad's sake, Moosey," Gabriel sighed, cupping the bump on Sam's head. Two seconds later, the pain seemed to just melt away, freeing Sam's vision to focus on Gabriel's concerned face above his.

"All I wanted was a peaceful shower," Sam grumbled. Gabriel grinned and ran a hand through Sam's wet locks.

"Too bad, Sammich. We don't all get what we want. I'd love to stop hearing my baby brother having sex with your older jerkwad of a brother when I go for a midnight snack, wouldn't I?"

"You could just put some sort of silencing ward around their room," Sam pointed out.

"Psh." Gabriel waved him off. "That's not the point. Point is, we're going to get up and I'm going to lather your sweet, sweet body up and we're going to pretend that this was all just a misadventure in shower sex, m'kay?"

All Sam could do was just laugh.