DAY 2
The next morning Gabriel sincerely pondered banishing Dean to another dimension, only this time he wouldn't have Sam with him while he was stuck living in soap operas and cheesy crime shows. That would be punishment enough for interrupting him and Sam once again this steam filled summer morning. How many times did that make now since they first started this escapade? 12? 28? They were in Sam's very own room this time for crying out loud! Then he had the nerve to run off, yelling his usual excessive use of profanities and something about "putting a damn sock on the door" next time.
"We're here," Sam said, bringing Gabriel out of his mental rampage and thoughts of tricks he could pull over on Dean.
"I tried to tell ya Sammy, we could have always just gone back to your room, and finish what we started~ Did we really have to come to this run of the mill place to eat something?" Gabriel whined, though he'd never admit to doing such a thing. In a vain attempt to salvage earlier activities, Gabriel's hand attempted to sneak along the tall hunter's upper leg; getting closer and closer to his prize.
Triumph was within reach just before his wrist was seized in Sam's powerful grip. His thick brows furrowed, like a mother would to a toddler before their scolding.
"Hands to yourself. If you think distracting me is going to get you out of this, you've got another thing coming."
With the click of the seat's buckle, the belt snapped back into it's original position. Upon exiting the car he leaned against the hood and peered up at the restaurant's bulky sign. Gabriel was going to enjoy everything Olive Garden was going to offer him. With a satisfactory smirk, he followed the huffy angel into the building.
"Hi, just the two of you today?" An overly cheerful girl greeted them upon their entrance. Bethany, according to the name tag.
"Yes," Sam replied politely.
Gabriel was busy staring around the dimly lit place, the sun shining through the large windows to provide the lighting. Observing all the people eating salads and what looked like it was suppose to be pasta and where the hell were all the fatty substances? What the hell kind of place was this?!
"Booth or table?" Bethany asked next.
"Booth, please." Sam answered with a charming smile, he was used to acting this way when he and Dean went anywhere to eat. He had to make up for his bother's lewd behavior somehow.
"Ok, follow me," she grabbed a couple of menus, and was it Gabriel's imagination or did she have an extra skip to her step? Following behind Sam, who was following the girl to their table, Gabriel took his chance to eye Sam's ass as he walked. He had to get something sweet out of being here, especially if he couldn't eat anything sweet. Why did he agree to this bet again anyway?
"Your server will be right with you," Bethany said as she set the menus on each side of the table.
"Thank you Bethany," Sam said sincerely, making the girl return the generous gesture with her own brightly lit smile.
Only once Bethany had made her retreat to seat other customers did Sam look down at the menu; eyeing it carefully and taking Gabriel's taste buds into careful consideration. Oh who was he kidding, he was going to make sure this meal is what breaks Gabe's defenses. Though he was sweet enough to actually make something that didn't have Sam counting his calorie intake in complete despair, sweet (ironically enough) wasn't going to get him any wear near victory.
Gabriel, on the other hand, didn't seem the least bit interested in looking at the menu. Too busy calculating each individual movement of the mortals surrounding him it seemed. Even that appeared to vex him seeing as not many people were too keen on doing anything the least bit improper in this establishment.
"Hello my name is Kenny and I'll be you're waiter this evening. Can I start you off with drinks? Appetizers?"
Giving Kenny a bored look, Gabriel ordered himself a coke, or pepsi, whatever the hell they wanted to sell him with whatever rip-off title they chose. He didn't care as long as he got some sort of caffeinated drink to go along with his meal that he'd be forcing down his throat.
With an apologetic smile Sam requested water; of course he would.
"No appetizers for tonight, thank you. We are ready to order though."
"Shoot." Kenny licked the end of his pen, a force of habit presumably, placing it on the paper he looked at Sam expectantly.
"Well we'll be ordering for each other if you don't mind. He would like an order of Roasted Parmesan Asparagus." There was a sudden choking sound before a fit of coughs followed suit. With a hint of satisfaction, Sam realized Gabriel had choked on his own saliva. Undoubtedly revenge was heading his way but Sam couldn't bring himself to actually care at this point in time. Whatever Gabriel gets him, it'll be so worth it.
"Um, sir, are you alright?" Kenny's worried tone didn't seem to help ease Gabriel, if anything it seemed to put him a little on edge. Out of all things! Asparagus! Nobody likes asparagus! How it's even on the menu he'd never know!
"Yeah, yeah fine! As for him, he'll get-" Glancing down at the menus he purposefully eyed up the dessert tray. Everything here was right up Sam's alley and though it would be funny to order something healthy and watch Sam squirm in anguish, he wasn't so heartless as to let his Samsquach go without dinner.
"Yeah, get him Chocolate Mousse cake. Look's like desserts coming early for you babe."
With a hard roll of his eyes, Sam brushed off the joke and snatched the menu away. Layering them and handing them to the waiter; who seemed a little stunned by the display going on before him.
"Alright, I'll be back with your drinks momentarily."
When the waiter was no longer within earshot, Sam crossed his arms and curled his lips.
"Chocolate Mousse? Really? You had to make a Moose joke?"
Gabriel just grinned his response, laughing internally at the overly used inside joke.
"If you'd like I could always find some trick to pull on some poor shmuck in here~" Gabriel taunted, considering doing just that for his own entertainment while they were waiting for their food.
"If you even think about it you'll find yourself if a ring a holy oil."
The threat's effect was minimal and it shown on Gabriel's face how much he believed it. Based on the nonchalant expression he possessed, seemed to be not a single word. Which was fine, he didn't need to know about the hidden bottle of angel repellent in the first place.
"Alright, here you go." Kenny set down the drinks carefully, smiling courteously at the two customers. "Is their anything else you guys need before I head off?"
"Yeah, could you add the sweetest dinner plate you have, one that also has the most calories if possible," Gabriel said with his own charming grin, confusing the poor waiter even more. Brownie points were given to said waiter when he simply agreed to the request without asking questions.
Gabriel simply gave Sam a challenging look once the waiter left, one that clearly stated "Your turn."
An infamous Sam Winchester bitch face exclusive was the reward. If he wasn't careful, Gabe's continuous shenanigans were going to make his face stick like this.
"Well along with that, would you mind adding one of your famous house salads? If it's no trouble..."
"Oh, it's no trouble at all sir. I'll be right back with your orders very soon. Enjoy the rest of your time." Flipping his pocket book to it's cover, Kenny slipped it back into his pocket. He's seen some strange customers before, but these two seemed like they were trying to…one up each other? Either way, he was just going to keep to himself and hope they were gracious enough to at least tip him.
"What's with you and trying to shove salads down my throat all the time?"
Sam chuckled softly; arms crossing while resting atop the laminated countertop. "Not only do I like the look you get but it just so happens this place's choice in dressing is Italian, and I know how much you love Italian dressing~"
Gabriel had to fight to keep a poker face and not scrunch his nose up in disgust. Italian dressing was probably one of the least sweet dressings they could possibly have. Now poppy seed on the other hand? That was a dressing worth getting.
Think sweet thoughts. When this week is over, all the sweets you could possibly want. Just wait, only...6 more days...? Hell, if Sam keeps shoving salad down my throat there's no way I'm gonna make it...
"You know, I'm not feelin' the love here Sammy. Even after I was nice to you the other day and didn't make you eat strictly candy or ice cream for breakfast," Gabe taunts, trying to guilt Sam even the slightest. Not that it would do any good for their dinner since the order had already been placed... Maybe getting to watch Sammy eat whatever their sweetest food plate was would make up for the salad he would have to choke down...
"I have no idea what you're talking about, I can just feel the love radiating through the air." Determined, Sam was forced to bury his conscience. If he was going to win this, his soft heart was banned from showing through until the bittersweet end.
Words seemingly useless, the two began to partake in a short lived staring contest. If they happened to be alone it might have gone on a little longer then necessary, but an increasingly uncomfortable waiter broke the tension with a soft cough.
"Sorry to interrupt?" For a quick second Kenny gave an inquisitive look between the two. Figuring it was none of his business, or just plain not caring, he started setting the plates in front of their respective owners.
"I hope these were the calories you were looking for." Gabriel gave a small snicker at the offhanded joke the kid tried to make. Content with that, Kenny gave his own smile as he set down a lemon cream cake.
Sam all but sucked in his lips and squeezed his eyes shut. Out of all things. Lemon. His taste buds were going to hate him. Hell, he hated himself right now for agreeing to this stupid challenge.
Gabriel thought that, had he been human, he surely would have died simply from holding in his laughter at the expression on his dear Sammy's face. He was also tempted to take the treat for himself, if Sam was going to be so ungrateful about it...
"That looks perfect, thank you," Gabriel said kindly with a large smile to the waiter. After all, he was distracting himself as long as possible so he didn't have to look at the monstrosity that was placed in front of him. Why did humans eat such things anyway? Never mind the fact that many of them actually found these plants tasty and healthy. Why couldn't candy be considered a health food?
Finally relinquishing himself, he looked once more from Sam's plate, with a mournful gaze as his eyes met his own "dinner". It was going to be a long week.
Once Kenny placed the final plate down, he gave the two grief stricken men a dazzling smile only a waiter could possess. This meant it probably wasn't all that impressive, but they couldn't say he didn't try. Whoever these two were, they were pretty entertaining. Who would be able to hold in a smile at such an imposing man as the brunet one when he shrank so low with just a mere glimpse of his "meal". The strawberry blonde one though, seemed like he was trying to spontaneously combust the plants he stabbed onto his fork with just sheer force of will.
"Will that be all?" Receiving groans of acceptance, at least he presumed them to be, he tucked the tray under his pit, ready for his departure. "Alright call me if you need anything else."
"So should I do the honors and take the first bite or should you?" Twirling a fork between his fingers, Sam gave Gabriel and expectant look.
"You know Sam, I think I could die from having to go a week without eating any sweets. Is there some way we could compromise on this?" Gabriel asked, an almost pleading look in his eyes as he glanced at the greens that had been stabbed onto his fork, giving the full effect of his own puppy face to the usually sympathetic moose. At least he always seemed to be sympathetic to any of the people he and Dean talked to on cases...
Sam snorted. "Not only an angel, but archangel Gabriel, being killed by a few measly pieces of lettuce and tomato. I'm sure that'd be some hard hitting news up in heaven." Separating a chunk of the lemon cake, from its now vastly larger counterpart, Sam scrunched his nose slightly as he brought it close enough that it was leveled with his mouth.
"So if you won't go first, then I suppose I will. Even though at this point I'd rather be stabbing myself with this fork than making it carry sugared up artificial lemon to my mouth." With a deep confident breath, the moist treat met its end inside Sam's mouth.
An explosion of sour lemon mixed with powdered sugar hit within the few moments of consumption. If he had no ounce of control over his reflexes, Sam was sure he would be gagging right about now. Oh god, even the aftertaste was enough to make his tears well up.
"Wow… and you say you're gonna die? I'm pretty sure if I lived off this alone I'd be dead within a few days." Exaggeration aside, this cake was doing an excellent job of beating a Winchester where all other creatures have failed.
Gabriel gave the cake Sam was eating one more envious and mournful gaze before he stuffed the fork into his mouth. Could Sam have ordered him anything that was less sweet than this?! It didn't seem possible as he choked down the greens covered in dressing that was far too sour for his tastes. His hunter was going to pay for this tomorrow... He started this war, and Gabriel would be damned if he'd let a mere human come out on top of this little bet! Not to mention he really wanted to see Sam in something humiliating after this. Sorry, sexy.
"It's not so bad," he clearly lied, giving his best poker face. The largest clue of all that he was lying his ass off.
"If it's not so bad, how about whenever I make my own I save you a plate?" Obviously the question was completely rhetorical. It was also evident by the pointed glare in his general direction that the statement Gabriel had presented was false.
After several agonizing minutes, they both cleared a single plate. Both refusing to drag out such torture, forcefully swallowed copious amounts of their food in a single instance. At least if they ate it fast enough, the taste wouldn't be given a chance to settle until the last crumb.
Sam looked down, left hand massaging his temple. How in the world was he going to get through eating this chocolate mousse now!? Chocolate within chocolate, why do people insist on creating such monstrosities?
Gabriel almost considered letting the second plate come to them. Just to see his dear Sammy's expression. Almost. But he didn't think he'd be able to stomach asparagus, of all things, on top of the salad he had just eaten.
Getting a glimpse into the kitchen, a wonderful idea struck him. Hiding his hand under the table so Sam wouldn't be able to see what he was doing and chastise him, he snapped his fingers as quietly as possible.
The next thing either of them knew, the cooks in the kitchen and whatever poor shmuck was stuck with doing all the dishes, could be heard either with muffled screams or someone yelling for a fire extinguisher.
"What did you do?" Sam asked with a pointed glare as Gabriel couldn't stop the smile from spreading across his face.
Giving his best innocent look back, he replied, "Maybe someone ordered their cake a little extra crispy~?" His words held the most innocence he could possibly muster at the time, and considering the panic coming from the kitchen at the fire not being put out by the extinguisher, there wasn't much left. And if Sam's hard glare was anything to go by, this was gonna be even more fun when he saw the look on Sam's face when he realized the fire wasn't spreading. As long as no one was stupid enough to get themselves caught of fire...
"Relax Sammy~ There's nothing to worry about~ it's just a little cake," Gabriel cooed, the laughter in his eyes not once faltering under the hunter's intense scrutiny.
"What. Did. You. D-" Sam's words were cut off as the sprinklers started pouring down on them, muffling Gabriel's own excited laughter. This of course only caused the experienced hunter to glare harder as the rest of the customers were busy attempting to save their precious clothes or purses or hair, running out of the building as quickly as they could.
The cooks in the back were still baffled by how the fire on the asparagus they made wasn't being put out; even by the sprinklers drenching it. It also wasn't spreading anywhere other than the said asparagus. They were clueless as to what to do about it.
"Come on~" Gabriel said with mirth, grabbing Sam's wrist so they too could escape the downpour of sprinklers and get away from the scene of the crime. Oh, and so Gabe didn't have to yell over said sprinklers to explain that everything was really ok.
Once outside the restaurant and inside Dean's precious, and soon to be wet, Impala, Gabriel finally cracked and explained to Sam exactly why everything was ok and that no one would have gotten hurt by his little trick.
"I just lit something in the kitchen on fire that say couldn't be put out by a fire extinguisher... Or the sprinklers," Gabriel grinned, clearly proud of himself.
"Gabe! What would you have done if anyone had gotten hurt?!" Sam was seething with anger, taking everything he had not to try and strangle the laughing angel in the passenger's seat.
"Oh calm down Princess. No one could have possibly gotten hurt. It was a trick Sammy. The fire wasn't gonna spread anywhere. Besides, I'm not suppose to kill people anymore, in hiding and all that," he finished, making his usual hand gestures when referring to posing as a trickster that was now also in hiding from the other Demi-gods.
It took a while for Sam to process all the possible reasons for him to be absolutely furious with Gabriel. Unfortunately, he couldn't bring himself to be too ferocious in his scolding due to the fact he was also grateful. No chocolate mousse for him.
"One time Gabriel! You are off the hook just. This. Once. Got that!?"
Gabriel couldn't wipe the smirk off his face as he agreed with a whimsical wave of his wrist. No need to communicate his delight; he had gotten what he wanted.
Mary: So so sorry about not updating in forever D: Real life and school got in the way. I wanted to be able to have this chapter up by New Year's as a little gift to you all but, again, real life got in the way :/ (Aka Kris and I got distracted and forgot to edit this before we left for a party .) We do love you guys though and are trying our hardest to get back on track and get the rest of this story written and edited so we can post for you lovely people that have stuck with us through all of these hiatuses. We love you so very much! Also, there will be some sex in the next chapter ;D We have it written and it just needs to be edited so it should be coming out hopefully within the next week or so! Please be patient!
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