A/N: I don't even know. I just wanted an excuse for Sam muscles.
P.S: I feel slightly ashamed I didn't use the chocolate in a means of getting sex. OH, WELL. NEXT TIME.
Chocolate
"Sheesh, Sam. Do you want some salad with that dressing?" Gabriel asked, as Sam poured the remaining vinaigrette over his lunch.
"Shut up. This is the most flavor I can have right now and I'm going to enjoy it," Sam said and placed the empty bottle on the table with a thump.
Gabriel huffed. "Well you could have more flavors if you wouldn't be such a freak about your health. I mean, come on. You fight demons for a living and you're worried about calories?" He said and pulled a chocolate bar from out of the air. "Here, have this. You know you want to," he grinned, waving the chocolate back and forth in front of the brunette's face.
"If I have that," Sam replied, "you won't have this." He quickly put down his fork and pushed his shirt up to reveal his well-toned stomach.
"Oh, alright," Gabriel sighed and leant his chin on his hand feigning exasperation at losing. "You've convinced me."
Sam grinned smugly and without a glance at the angel pulled down his shirt and dug into his drenched salad. "Yeah, that's what I thought."