In Pieces
- Daianta
The Lovers Dancing
Ugh. I felt like this song wasn't long enough as well. It's another by InnerPartySystem, from their first EP. I almost forgot the disclaimer. I don't own Supernatural.
I enjoyed this meme. It was difficult in places, but it was quite fun to do, as well. I think I write too many one shots. Ah well.
Word Count: 194
Sam always felt that he and Gabriel were dancing. They were dancing around an issue; avoiding another. It was always constructed; a party. Sam didn't feel like partying anymore, but it didn't matter. He would always allow Gabriel whatever he wanted.
The Archangel wasn't shallow, far from it, but he was fickle and liked the finer things. He had a hard time adapting to a life with humans, especially a Winchester, but he had grown used to it over time. By now, they had been living together for four years. Dean and Castiel had moved out years ago, although they hadn't gone far; near to Bobby's house. The old hunter too, had seemingly grown up and was enjoying a dance of his own with a certain male demon. Sam guessed it was the reason Dean had moved so close to his adoptive father.
He found himself moving when Gabriel came through the door, whisking him into a kiss that had the angel laughing. He spun the shorter man in a circle, feeling like they were dancing again.
"You alright, Sammy?" Gabriel asked, confused.
"Yeah. I've got you, haven't I?"
"Of course."