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Chapter Summary: In which 'breakfast in bed' gets a whole new meaning, a certain fallen angel gets a few dirty thoughts at church, and jealous!Gabriel gets very jealous.
A/N: Ok, it's officially a disease. I typed 'wank' instead of 'want'. *smacks head* Come on, brain, get into gear!
When Sam woke up, he was expecting to find a body next to him, warm – possibly with an arm draped over his chest, and to be greeted with a soft kiss and a 'Morning, Sammy.'
He saw no such thing. The bed was empty, cold, and distinctly devoid of Gabriel. He did, however, notice what seemed to be the smell of bacon coming from downstairs.
Now, Sam didn't normally indulge in bacon, but he figured since he was being bad anyway, he might as well go down and enjoy it – just for today.
"Gabe?" he yelled as he came down the stairs, having grabbed a hoodie of his from the floor – he was only wearing that and his boxers, but he figured that'd be ok because Gabriel's mom was working the night shift at the inn, and his dad was probably preparing for some service or other.
He heard what sounded like, 'Oh, shit, you're awake!' followed by a loud hiss, followed by a call of "Sam! Go back to bed!" Another hiss. "Ow! Crap!"
Sam grinned, and, ignoring Gabriel, went down the stairs anyway. He was in the kitchen, his back to him, working at the stove. There was a forgotten, half-made bowl of scrambled eggs on the counter beside him, and he was swearing over a frying pan.
Careful to pick a frame of time when Gabriel wouldn't burn himself, Sam crept up behind him, sliding his hands around his waist. He started and swore, but melted a little when he saw the puppy-dog expression on Sam's face as he rested his chin on his shoulder.
"Morning," he muttered grinning up at Gabriel, who laughed.
"You were supposed to stay in bed!" Gabriel scolded, though his heart wasn't in it.
"But," Sam pouted, sliding his arms a little further around his waist, and a little under the hem of his t-shirt. "You weren't there."
Setting his spatula down, Gabriel gave him a teasing smack to the head. "Hey!" Sam laughed, leaning back and letting go of him, but not before placing a quick kiss on the skin behind his ear.
He leant against the counter. "You didn't have to do this, you know."
"Do what?" he asked, flipping the bacon.
Sam gestured at the kitchen counter. "This. Uhm…breakfast," he laughed.
"In bed," Gabriel corrected proudly "…And I so did have to. Would have been a crappy host if I didn't."
Smiling, Sam trailed his fingertips up Gabriel's arm, before coming to stand behind him, hands once again resting on his hips, like they belonged there. He buried his face in Gabriel's hair, muttering: "…Can think of something else I'd like in bed."
At that Gabriel turned, ignoring the bacon. He grinned up at Sam. "You're fucking insatiable, aren't you?"
Sam pouted. "Hey. You haven't even kissed me properly yet this morning."
"We'll have to remedy that, then." He stood on tiptoes, snaking a hand up and around Sam's neck to bury his fingers in his hair. He pulled him down, and when their lips were just a breath apart, said: "Promise that if I kiss you now you'll go back to bed and act surprised?"
"Promise."
Sam lost himself once again in the hypnotic taste and touch of Gabriel's lips.
"Oh! Breakfast in bed! Gabe, you shouldn't have!"
Gabriel grinned as he placed the tray on Sam's lap. On both the plates was a serving of bacon, a heap of scrambled eggs; two glasses of orange juice and two tiny pitchers of syrup managed to be squeezed in alongside the third plate that held two pancakes with a little dollop of whipped cream on top.
Sam glanced up at Gabriel, beaming. "Thanks, Gabe. You really didn't have to."
"Did. Now, eat."
Carefully, Gabriel slipped under the covers next to Sam. Sam picked up both glasses of juice, placed one on the windowsill next to the bed, and reached over Gabriel's shoulder to place the other on the bedside. Not unintentionally, he left his arm draped nonchalantly over Gabriel's shoulder.
"Sneaky bastard," Gabriel muttered, flashing Sam a grin before tucking into his eggs.
Sam started on his own – it turned out to be the best breakfast he'd ever had, and if his repeated praise of the meal hadn't told Gabriel so, the little moans of contentment did.
"Gabe," he said, swallowing a mouthful of the eggs. "Are you magic or something? These eggs – how did you…?" Sam was struck speechless.
"The trick is to do the eggs in the bacon grease. Just wait 'til you try the pancakes," he tempted, waggling his eyebrows. "And as an answer to your question: yes, I am magic, but only 'coz you made me magic."
Sam laughed, nudging Gabriel's shoulder. "Dude, cheesy line much?"
Gabriel just laughed, nudging him back.
Once their plates had been cleared, they each stole a pancake and fought over the tiny blob of whipped cream – inevitably enough, the fight got a little ridiculous and the whipped cream ended up getting flicked and landed right smack bang in the middle of Sam's chest.
This would have been a slight problem if Sam had still been wearing the hoodie, but he slipped it off before he'd gotten back into bed, so the slowly melting blob began to trickle down his chest.
And it definitely wasn't a problem for Gabriel.
Carefully picking up the almost-empty tray and placing it a safe distance away, Gabriel straddled Sam's hips and zoned in on the blob which was crawling down his chest.
He bent down and began to lap up the cream, looking suspiciously cat-like, and Sam might have laughed if it hadn't been for – Oh, shit… Gabriel had finished with the blob and moved on to simply trail his tongue over Sam's chest, pausing, but not for too long, on nipples.
Sam had to laugh when Gabriel sat up again, though, because he had a smudge of whipped cream on his chin. He couldn't help himself – he lunged forward and kissed it away.
The resulting kiss was messy and tasted like cream, all teeth and slick tongues, and Gabriel chuckled into it. Sam's hands teased under the gray t-shirt, skimming over skin in the attempt to touch as much of it as possible.
Gabriel pulled away, an evil-looking smirk on his lips. With a low chuckle, he leaned back to where the tray still sat, and picked up one of the syrups. Sam put two and two together and came up with 'sticky' – he shook his head, but apparently Gabriel wouldn't be deterred.
"Mmm," he said, dipping a finger into the thick liquid briefly and popping it in his mouth. "Strawberry."
Slowly, he lifted the jar, about to pour the syrup on Sam's chest – as much as Sam wanted to stop it, his arms wouldn't co-operate and he did nothing to prevent it.
The perfect time for the alarm on Gabriel's wrist to chime.
"Crap," he said, scrambling away from Sam and carefully placing the jar on the bedside table.
Sam just glanced at him, puzzled. "What?"
"Church," Gabriel explained shortly, digging through his closet and throwing clothes across the room in a hurried attempt to find the clothes he was looking for. "Aha!" he said, pulling out a slightly rumpled black suit.
"Oh, yeah, I forgot you had to go to church," Sam said, trying and failing to stop his breath hitching when Gabriel pulled off his t-shirt. He was quickly made decent again when the white dress shirt was pulled on.
"I'm sorry Sam," he said, hopping into pants as he hopped over to Sam. He leaned over and gave him a quick kiss as he did up the buttons. "You can stay here, or come with?" he offered, but then paused for thought. "Though…either of those options would make me have completely inappropriate church-thoughts." He laughed.
"It's okay," Sam replied, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and watching as Gabriel did his blood-red tie. "I have homework to do; I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Huh? Oh," he sounded a little disappointed. He fumbled with his tie again because his first attempt had failed. "I was hoping…uh…" he coughed. "I was hoping I could take you to dinner tonight?"
Sam looked up – that was something he hadn't been expecting. Hadn't Gabriel done enough this weekend?
"I mean…somewhere a little classier than the 'BBQ House'." He pulled on a sock.
Sam's smile grew. "Yeah…yeah, that'd be great."
Gabriel grinned. "Awesome!" He pulled Sam up off the bed and into a one-armed hug (the other arm was slipping into a suit jacket). "Pick you up at seven?"
"Gabe," Sam whined. "You don't have to go all-out, okay?"
"Promise," he said with a wink. He tossed Sam a house key, and disappeared out the bedroom door, before thinking twice and sprinting back to give Sam one last little kiss.
"Hi, Mom; sorry I'm late."
"Hey, honey. Here." His mother handed him a hymnal she'd saved for him. She nudged his shoulder and smiled. She whispered: "So…did you have a good night?"
Gabriel blushed wildly. "It was agreeable. How about yours?"
She sighed. "We had sixteen complaints in total."
"But there's only nine rooms."
"They were all from the same room."
Gabriel made a pained face. "Ouch."
Before they could say anything else, the service started. But his mother hissed in his ear, a little through the sermon: "I'm glad you and Sam had a good time."
Gabriel sunk deeper into his seat and blushed.
And God help him if he couldn't think of anything else the entire service.
Sam was sure the words 'fucking girl' had passed Dean's lips several times in the course of the evening, ever since Sam had finished his history essay at about five.
Okay, so maybe he'd been sitting on the end of the bed for the last half hour, and maybe he'd been peering hopefully out of the window every time headlights drove past, but he didn't see how that made him a girl.
Alright, so maybe it made him a little bit of a girl.
He had decided not to go too fancy – he had a suit jacket thrown over his cleanest shirt and a pair of jeans. It was hard, not knowing what Gabriel was planning, and he didn't know if he should change to black tie or something even less.
Turned out, though, that what he was wearing was perfectly fine, because Gabriel was dressed similarly, when he finally showed up three whole minutes late.
To Sam's horror, though, after he'd greeted him, Gabriel slid a hand in Sam's. He hissed: "What're you doing?" motioning with his head towards Dean, lounging on the bed, who raised a hand in greeting.
"What? You said he already knows."
Sam turned around to Dean, face red. Dean just grinned. "Yeah, I know. Listen, kid," he stood, addressing Gabriel. "Have 'im back before midnight, hmm?" He winked. "And also," he added, gesturing for Gabriel to come a little closer. "You hurt him? I'm gonna give you the biggest pounding of your life. Mmmkay?"
"Deeean."
"Yes, Mr. Winchester," Gabriel replied with a grin.
"…And bring me back a swan."