A Lapful of Archangel
A/N: Sabriel fic (I'm on some sort of Sabriel kick, I don't know). Cute, fluffy. Rated K+ for minor language.
"Hey, Sammy, I'm going out," Dean calls, keys in hand, one hand on the door, over shirt draped over his arms. Sam sighs and rolls his eyes, but gestures Dean out the door anyway. "You coming with?" Dean asks. Sam lifts his laptop from his lap.
"Research," he replies.
"Need help?" Dean offers half-heartedly. He really doesn't want to help with research, but something's been up with Sam, and he doesn't want to leave him alone.
"Just go, Dean," Sam tells him. Dean hesitates at the door until Sam looks up at him. "Go."
Dean nods.
"See you later."
"Have fun," Sam replies distractedly as Dean closes the door.
"Jeez, I thought he would never leave," Gabriel says, appearing next to Sam. "Hey, kiddo," Gabriel adds, pecking Sam on the cheek. Sam's lips quirk up at the corner, but he doesn't lift his eyes from the computer screen. Gabriel continues to pepper his cheek with kisses.
"Sam... Sammy... Sammoose..." Gabriel tries to divert Sam's attention from the research.
"Gabe. I'm trying to work."
"You have a lapful of archangel, and you're trying to do research?" Gabriel asks indignantly.
"A lapful?"
"Yea. See?" Gabriel replies, moving Sam's laptop and straddling his hips. Sam rolls his eyes.
"Come on, Gabe," Sam sighs, pushing him off gently and grabbing his laptop again. Gabriel falls back against the sofa with a huff.
"Come on, Sam," Gabriel groans after a minute. "Let's make out, or snuggle, or something other than research."
"Gabriel, I need to do this. Chill, we have hours before Dean gets back."
"Hours in which we could be having sex," Gabriel mutters.
Sam refocuses on the computer screen, occasionally cross-referencing information with a book. He needs to get his done; Dean is counting on him.
Suddenly, he feels breath ghosting across the back of his neck. He suppresses a good shiver. Gabriel's lips are at his pulse, down the muscles on the side of his neck. Sam tilts his head to give him better access and his eyes close almost unconsciously. Dammit.
He sets his laptop on the coffee table.
"Bastard," he mutters vaguely to Gabriel, without any real venom. Gabriel knows what kissing Sam's neck does to him. Gabriel smirks proudly, continuing his efforts on Sam's neck.
Sam jerks awake, sprawled on the couch, as Dean slams the motel door closed.
"Hey, Sam."
"Hey," Sam replies blearily, blinking awake.
"Get any research done?" Dean asks, tugging off his over shirt. Sam suddenly remembers the abandoned research.
"Uh... Oh yeah. Loads of research. All night," Sam winces internally at how awkward it sounds. "How was your night?"
"Locals were boring," Dean shrugs, toeing off his boots and collapsing on his bed. "Night, Sammy."
"Night," Sam replies, sighing internally in relief, until he feels hands wrap around him from behind.
"How deep of a sleeper is Dean?" Gabriel asks mischievously.
Sam sighs, knowing that the research most definitely isn't getting done tonight.