Persistent foot falls echo through the halls of the nearly vacant Bunker.
A long-haired archangel checks through every room for the human currently hiding for him - For good reason too.
Samaaaaaantha!" Gabriel crows, ducking down to look under the table. "Where aaaaaaare youuuuu?" He continues, teasingly.
Sam, who is cowering under the bed, covers his ears to block out the teasing. 'Never again.' He thinks to himself. 'I'll never let him do that to me ever again.'
Gabriel continues to stalk around the rooms, calling for Sam in a sing-song voice. Knowing full well that the brunette hunter is hiding somewhere.
Gabriel enters the bedroom. Instating panic in Sam who moves his hands from his ears to his mouth to cover his breathing. Worried that the archangel will be able to hear his beating heart, Sam tries to calm himself down.
'Why did I hide under the bed?' Sam thinks to himself. 'Such a cliche place.' He stops breathing entirely when Gabriel stops right at the foot of the bed.
"Oh Sammy." He says, as if reading his thoughts "Under the bed? I thought you hunters were smarter than that." With that, he grabs Sam's leg - Which had been slightly sticking out, and pulls the squeaking hunter from his sanctuary.
"Gabriel please, this is childish!" Sam objects, thrashing and kicking as he is dragged into the one open. Trying to do anything to get out of the archangels' grip. But with no avail as Gabriel picks up the larger man and throws him on the bed with little effort.
"You practically set yourself up for this Samantha. And you know I'm childish so you can forget that argument." He says, climbing on top of Sam to stop the mans thrashing.
"Wahahahait!" Sam giggles as Gabriel starts prodding his stomach. "We hahahave more impohohorant things to dohoho." He continues, swatting in vain at the smaller mans devilish fingers.
"More important than making you laugh? I don't think so Sammy boy." Gabriel coo's in response, pushing his slender fingers into his hips causing the Hunter to buck and thrash beneath his fingers.
"GAHAHAHABE!" Sam calls out, unable to hold the grasp on his composure and longer. "Pleahahase!" He continues as Gabriel uses his Grace to immobilize the poor Winchester. With his arms frozen to his sides, he now had no way to fight off the angel's ticklish attacks.
Knowing he has won, Gabriel looks over his prize with hands half raised; clearly in deep thought over where to start his attack on the immobilized Winchester.
"How about we start here?" Gabe suggests teasingly, slowly lowering his hands to Sams hopelessly thrashing hips.
"C-come on mahahan. That's Deans bad spot not mihihine." He whines in anticipation as the archangel's hands get dangerously closer to their target.
Gabriel actually stops from this comment, "Hold up, old Dean-O is ticklish?" He asks, an obvious plan seeping its way into his mind.
"Hell yeah, but he'll never admit it. And you never heard that from me, got it?" Sam responds harshly, knowing Deans retaliation would not be fun to endure. It had been bad enough as kids.
"My lips are sealed." Gabriel assures the hunter, making a zipping and locking motion over his mouth. "Your lips however, are not. And should be screaming with laughter." Before he even finishes his sentence, Gabriel begins squeezing and prodding at Sam's thrashing hips.
"No-hohohoho Gahaha-be. Pl-pleahahase!" Sam begs, pulling on his arms from under Gabriel's strong knees to no avail. The smaller man simply ignores Sam and instead moves up to his stomach. Eliciting an adorable stream of childlike giggles and squeals from Sam that Gabe will surly never let him forget.
"Oh this is too good to stop, Samantha." The archangel laughs right along with the hysterical hunter. "Just. Too. Good." He continues, punctuating each word with a poke to his belly-button. Causing Sam to gasp with bubbly laughter.
Despite his fighting and pleading, Sam is quite happy.
It may be torture but it's worth it to feel the happy energy flowing between the two friends. The trust that comes with such a playful and meaningless battle.
And Gabriel is quite happy too. Not just because he is a child at heart, but because he cares for Sam and he knows that even though the brunette hunter may be threatening to engulf him in holy fire, that his laughter is genuine. And that alone makes this worth it.
"I wanna see how high I can make you squeal." Gabe laughs. Pulling up Sam's shirt while spidering his skilled fingers up his ribs.
The brunette hunter's thrashing quickly becomes desperate. His laughter frantic, his breathing engulfed in laughter. It is torture worse than hell, and he would know; having been there multiple times.
"Whehehen I g-get out of thihihis im SO gonna gehehet back at yohou!" Sam threatens as Gabriel gets awfully close to his armpits.
"Who says you're getting out of this?" Gabriel asks cheekily. "You know, I could just put you in another time loop. Just cause you love those so much." He continues. Smirking at the added look of horror on his friends face.
"I h-h-hate yohohohou!" Sam giggles as he scrunches up his neck from side to side in a hopeless effort to stop the tickling fingers.
"How dare you?" Gabriel exclaims in mock-indignation. "For that, you're going to get it in your worst spot now. Until you're undignified and begging for mercy."
Sam looks to him in shock. "Oh yes Samsquatch. You think I didn't notice how protective you are of those armpits even while they are covered? Hips may be Deans bad spot, but those armpits sure as Heaven are yours." He chimes, using his grace to further immobilize the younger Winchesters arms high above his head.
Sam gulps as the archangel's hands slowly close in on his most sensitive spot. Things are about to get very loud ...
Freeze frame: Gabriel's hands are just mere inches from Sam's armpits who's look of horror is damped by the huge childlike smile on his face.
Unfreeze frame: Screaming.
Gabriel is not starting easy or easing into his torture. He is scribbling and squeezing and digging into his victim's worst spot. Leaving Sam unable to even plead through the laughter.
"HAHAHA PLAHAHAHHAEHAHASHE H-HAHAHA N-HOHOHOHO!" Sam does his best through the laughter, doing whatever he could to try to make it stop. Alternating between bargaining, threatening, begging, and just general screaming.
Gabriel scribbles in the center of the hollows while clawing the surrounding muscle. Gently using his slender fingers to sweep up Sam's lower biceps; causing adorable giggles to erupt from the grown man beneath him.
An entire five minutes of straight armpit torture is endured before Sams laughter goes silent and Gabe takes the hint to stop.
"Calm down Sammy I'm done." Gabe says softly as the giant man continues giggling and tugging at the grace that still holds his arms above his head. "For now at least." He continues mischievously.
After feeling the Grace release his wrists, Sam rides out the remainder of the ghost tickles for a couple more moments until he's calmed down enough to compose himself.
He rolls over into the pillow to face Gabriel, who is still beaming down at him with a victorious smile. With a grumble, Sam burrows his face into the pillow. Trying to force the blush from his face.
"I hate you." Sam mumbles, his words garbled by the pillow. But Gabriel's grin only widens as he pokes Sam in the side, causing the larger to jolt and turn around to glare at his friend.
Then his glare softens he pulls Gabe down to the bed with him. Embracing him with no words.
Glad that Sam can't see his face now, Gabe blushes at the turn of events. 'This is new. Not bad, but new.'
"What's this Sambo? I know I'm a sexy beast but-" he's cut off as Sam squeezes his sides; eliciting a squeak and jump from the smaller man.
"Well, I decided to answer two questions with one action." Sam says smugly.
"And what questions are that Sam?" Gabriel asks hastily, trying to hide his nervousness. But it shows through anyway, made obvious by him calling Sam by his actual name instead of some teasing nickname.
"One: Does this archangel like me? The answer is yes." Sam starts, getting more poorly hidden blush from Gabriel. "And two: Is this archangel ticklish? Which is also a yes." He continues poking his stomach, causing Gabe to once again jerk at his touch.
"I ain't dealing with this." The archangel says, attempting to get up. But Sam is faster, using his bigger bulk to hold the man down while reaching into the bedside table to pull out angel-enchanted handcuffs.
Even after being cuffed to the bed, Gabriel refused to give Sam his pride. "Why the hell are these in your bedside table Sam?"
But Sam simply laughs, "This is Dean's room, so I believe these are generally meant for Cas."
"Egh I did not need to know that. How did you even know they were here? Or do I even want to know that either?" Gabriel groans.
"Well let's just say spring cleaning in Dean's room posed a lot of … surprises." Sam mumbles, red with the memory.
"Anyway, stop stalling." He continues, digging into Gabriel's now exposed torso. "W-ahahait Sahaham p-lea-ease!" The archangel stutters, trying his best puppy eyes at the hunter. They are heavily ineffective at the current moment.
"Nah, this is too cute. And revenge is too sweet. So …. no." Sam says with obviously glee.
'That dick is so damn proud of himself.' Gabe thinks to himself. Trying not to think about the fact Sam is on his crotch. 'The last thing I need is to explain a boner. Well, more like NOT having to explain the boner cause the bitch would already know.' The thought continues in amused-annoyance.
This all passes through his head as he thrashed and and kicks and screams at tugs with no avail against the cuffs that are dampening his powers.
"What's wrong Gabe? Is Karma a bitch?" Sam says teasingly, not even trying to hide the fact he is greatly enjoying himself.
Gabriel can't respond, he is too focused on trying not to let his composure fully break. Which is becoming very challenging, if he had his powers it would be different.
Having the knowledge that he can at least fight would have made this ordeal less tortuous. But this … this makes everything so much worse.
"WAHAIHIHIT SAM NOHOHOHOHO!" His remaining composure breaks as Sam turns around to begin squeezing his thighs.
But Sam has no intent of stopping anytime soon; leaving Gabriel to simply bathe in the mess he made.
"What's wrong, angel? Is this a bad spot?" Sam teases, barely holding in his own laughter. "Not so fun on the other side, is it?" He continues cheekily, still squeezing at the sensitive muscles just above Gabe's kneecaps.
"Do you want it to stop?" Sam coos teasingly.
"OH FATHEHEHER YES HAHAHAH. PLEAHAHAHESE!" Gabriel begs.
"Ok," Sam says with a shrug. "But first, you have to promise to never tickle me like that again." He finishes with a grin, well aware that the archangel likely will not comply.
"HEHEHELL NOHOHO SAMANTHAHAHA!" Gabe responds, refusing to break.
"Ok then; have fun." Sam chuckles as he turns around to once again attack Gabriels knees. Stopping after a couple of minutes to ask Gabe again.
This goes on for close to twenty minutes before Gabriel is forced to give in. Unable take it anymore.
"S-top ple-ase, PLEAHAHSE!! NOHOHOHO I WIL NEHEHEVER TICKLE YOU LIHIHIKE THAT AGAIHIHAN I PROMIHIHISE." He shrieks, his skin tingling from overstimulation. It's been a very very long time since anyone dared tickle him like this.
"You promise?" Sams asks still tickling him. "YEHEHES." Sam leans in further, still tickling his ribs. "Pinky promise?" He continues cheekily.
"OH GOHOHOHD YEHEHS. PIHINKY PROMIHIHISE! PLEAHAHAHASE!" Gabe cries out, he'll say just about anything right now if it means the torture will stop.
Sam finally ceases his attack, uncuffing Gabe and carefully placing them back in the drawer as if they never left. The last thing he needs is Dean asking questions.
"That- that was awful Sam. One day, I will stab you for that. But I need about a decade or two to recover from the trauma before then." Gabriel mumbles, rolling off the bed to the floor with a grunt.
Sam just chuckles and lays on the floor next to him, covering the back of Gabe's body with his own.
Gabriel tenses, as if expecting another attack, but soon relaxes. No words are said between the two of them; just content breathing and warmth.
Soon Dean will be home and they will split apart with not even a glance between them. Each planning on how to approach the other to talk about what they actually consider each other.
But not right now. For now they are simply content in each others presence. But…. in the back of Gabe's mind lingers a single thought:
'He made me promise never to tickle him "like that" again. And I won't, I'll tickle him worse.'
Gabe's secret smile goes unnoticed, but Sam is smiling too because he knows Gabriel so well. However, what Gabriel doesn't know is that Sam has a matching pair of handcuffs hidden in his dresser too ...
Never mind that for now. For now they will merely enjoy the warm presence of each other's company. With mirroring grins on their faces as they doze. Gabe pulls the human closer with a content sigh.
The Trickster and the Moose may be a strange pairing. But strange is exactly how they like to do things around here.