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High Tide

Started: 16.08.08 (Originally written for Melting Hearts)

Rewritten/Finished: 20.04.15

Words: 1,128

Sabriel, Fluff


“Sa-am!” Gabriel bounded down the stairs toward the front door, “Come on!”

“Will you relax?” Sam came out of the kitchen, lifting the bag of snacks onto his shoulder, “I’m almost certain the beach will still be there.”

“What if it’s not?” The shorter man fake pouted as he slipped on his flip flops, “Do you really want another bowling alley fiasco?”

Definitely not, Sam chuckled at the memory as the ball of energy adjusted the duck floaty he had around his waist, “Why are you so interested in going to the beach anyway?”

“I… have my reasons,” Gabriel winked and wretched the door open, narrowly hitting the giant in the face.

“Gabriel-”

“To the beach!”

 

 

Gabriel smushed his face up against the glass of the bus, eyes wide with excitement as they passed the sandy shore. He pulled the string so hard Sam was worried he was going to break it.

“Okay, c’mon,” Sam stood up with the bag, extending his hand out to the angel.

Gabriel took the hand and stumbled behind the giant to the back door, slamming his shoulder into the pole as the driver stopped the bus, asshole.

“Gabriel, you can’t say that to the driver,” Sam hissed as they got off.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Gabriel brushed off as he hurried off toward the sand.

“Hey,” Sam caught his arm before he could get away, “you can’t call the driver an asshole. You don’t want to say the wrong thing to the wrong guy.”

“I didn’t say anything, Sammy.”

“Gabriel, please.”

“What? Sammich, I’m not lying. I didn’t say anything.”

Gabriel bounded off toward the beach, leaving Sam standing on the sidewalk confused. Why does he keep saying that? He didn’t say anything, I heard him, Sam shook his head and started off toward the shorter man, trying to put the pieces together, He didn’t say anything…

C’mon Sammich. Put it together so we can have fun.

Wait a minute…

“Gabriel that still doesn’t make it okay,” Sam smacked his arm as he finally got what his boyfriend meant.

Gabriel just smirked and took the blanket out of the bag, “Here Sammich, you sit and get some sun. I’m gonna go swimming.”

“You’re actually gonna go swimming wearing that?”

“Don’t say that,” Gabriel covered the fake duck’s ears, “you’ll hurt Harold’s feelings.”

Sam chuckled, “You named your duck floaty?”

“No, he told me his name.”

“Of course he did.” The giant reached into the bag and pulled out the sunscreen, “You should probably-” he cut himself off as he saw his better half was already racing toward the shoreline.

I hope angels don’t get sunburned. He shook his head as he watched the man jump at the wave that was racing toward him, getting knocked back on his ass. Good thing he has that floaty. Sam dropped the sunscreen before picking up the crumpled blanket off the sand, flicking it out. He sat down before reaching for the sunscreen, beginning to slather himself as he watched the angel get knocked back by another wave, giant smile on his face. At least he’s enjoying himself.

He replaced the sunscreen before stretching himself out on the blanket, reaching into the bag for his book, time to relax.

 

 

“Ow, ow, ow, ow!”

Sam shook his head as he helped the fire-red angel down the street, “We gotta get you home.”

“But it hurts!” Gabriel whined and slumped over in the giants’ arms, nearly knocking him off his feet.

“Gabriel!” Sam huffed in annoyance, adjusting his grip on the too-hot skin. He closed his eyes for a moment as he took in a deep breath, “Since you’re too injured to flash us home, we have t-” He cut himself off as he felt himself hit the ground. Confused, he looked around and deflated as he saw he was standing in their bedroom, “You couldn’t of did that before we tried getting on the bus?”

Gabriel shrugged, making his way over to the bed, “I didn’t think it’d- ow!”  He glared at the mattress as he struggled to sit up, “Traitor.”

Sam did his best to keep the smile off his face as he watched, “It’s not the mattress’ fault.” He walked over to the dresser, digging out the aloe vera before joining the angel, “I thought angels couldn’t even get sunburned.”

“Apparently we can.” He shook his head, eyes skyward, “Thanks, Dad.”

“Alright, well, c’mon.” Sam held out his hand as he placed the aloe down on the nightstand.

The angel raised an eyebrow at the retired hunter, holding out his too-red arms, “Where exactly do you think I’m going?”

The giant smirked, pulling him up by the wrist, “The shower. We have to stop your skin from cooking any further.”

“Whoa, what?” The angels’ jaw dropped as he followed, “My skin is doing what now?”

Sam chuckled, closing the door behind them as they reached the bathroom, “The sun cooked your skin, that’s why it’s red. The longer you’re out, the deeper layers of skin it reaches.” He leaned into the tub, turning on the cold water.

Gabriel gave him a disbelieving look, “And you’re an expert on human cooking how, exactly?”

Sam chuckled and shook his head, before beginning to peel off his shirt, “It’s quite common, actually. Luckily, it’s also simple to treat.”

Gabriel winced as he touched his stomach, “I-it is?”

“Yep.” Sam pointed at the shower, “The cold water will help your skin stop cooking, and then I can rub aloe on the burn.”

“That definitely sounds like my kind of treatment.” The angel winked before getting into the tub, letting out a yelp as the water hit his skin. “What the hell is… ooohhh,” he let out a breathy sigh as he felt his body relax, “this is actually nice.”

“Glad you’re enjoying it, cause you have to stay in there for at least ten minutes.”

“Pfft, no problem!”

Sam chuckled and shook his head, reaching for the door handle, “Let me know when you’re finished.”

“Wait!” The angel poked his head around the curtain, frowning at the giant, “You’re not gonna join me?”

Sam blinked at him in momentary surprise, “No… the waters’ too cold for me.”

“B-but,” he pulled the curtain back a bit, raising his arm over his head, before wincing at the movement, “I need you to do my back.”

Sam rolled his eyes, unable to keep the smile off his face, “We’re supposed to be cooling your skin down, not getting you steamed up.”

“Fine!” Gabriel huffed before sliding the curtain closed again, “But we’re gonna have to do something to distract me from the pain!”

Sam shook his head as he reached for the door knob, smile growing, deal.


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Pendant (Preview)

Started: 14.02.27

Finished: 20.03.31

Words: 5,713

Destiel, Sabriel


Sam!”

A hand slapped itself over Gabriels’ mouth, “Are you trying to get us killed?” Cas narrowed his eyes, voice barely above a whisper, “I said last we knew it was empty.”

Gabriel glared at the angel but nodded, allowing him to remove his hand, “I can’t believe you sent him here alone.”

Dean cocked an eyebrow as he checked the perimeter, “Are you forgetting he used to hunt all the time alone?”

“And look at what that got him.” Gabriel trailed behind the pair, ticking the items off on his fingers, “Addicted to demon blood, possessed by Luci, thrown into the Cage, soulless-”

“I don’t need a play-by-play,” Dean spun around to face the angel, “I was the one who was there, remember?”

“And maybe if you did a better job-”

“If I recall,” The blonde rushed the angel, pinning him against the wall, “It was your family that started the shit-storm me and my brother went through. So if anyone is to blame, it’d be you.”

“Dean.” Cas’ warning made the blonde drop him. He joined the trench-coated angel a few steps away, starring up at the stairs, “He shouldn’t have gotten too far.”

Gabriel shook his head, “If you had just listened to me-”

“Oh, here we go.” Dean rolled his eyes as they started up the stairs, “All hail the great know-it-all.”

“Well I have been around longer than your puny brain can comprehend. Think that gives me a bit of an edge, don’t you?”

“Gives you more time to make mistakes, maybe.”

“Stop it.” Cas stopped in the middle of the hall, blasting all the doors open, shoulders slumping as they were all empty, “This doesn’t make sense.”

“What?”

“We were only a few seconds behind him,” Cas frowned, eyes narrowing as he thought, “He should’ve still been standing downstairs.”

“So… what? Something took him?”

“No shit, Sherlock.”

Dean shook his head, ignoring the comment as he turned back to his boyfriend, “I thought this place was warded?”

Gabriel let out a low whistle, “How short is your memory?” At the blank stares he let out a sigh, “The demons joined the party around the time Dean got surrounded by vamps, remember?”

Cas shook his head, “I came back after and finished the warding.”

Gabriel raised an eyebrow, “You expect me to believe you came back here, after it was overrun by monsters, defeated all of them – alone – and then warded the place?” He turned disbelieving eyes to the hunter, “Do you buy that?”

Dean held up his hands in mock surrender as he shrugged, “I didn’t go back with him.”

Cas huffed before pushing past the men, making his way toward the stairs, “I can prove it.”

They followed him down the staircase, toward the back door. He ripped a strip of wallpaper off the wall, revealing painted sigils, “See?” His brows furrowed as he saw the sigils, “Wait… this isn’t right.” He ripped off another few strips of wallpaper, swallowing thickly as he revealed some of the sigils had been scribbled over.  He took a few steps back from the wall, head tilting as he starred at it. “I… don’t understand.”

“What’s wrong with it?” Dean held up his hand as Gabriel opened his mouth, “Aside from the obvious?”

The raven-haired angel shook his head, “This warding prevented them from getting in. But they would’ve had to come inside to disable them this way.”

“… And?”

“Not the brightest bulb, are you, Dean-O?” At the hunters’ look Gabriel let out a dramatic sigh, “A monster would’ve just created an earthquake or something to break the warding from the outside. But these were scribbled out, which means-

“They would’ve had human help.”

“Well, give the man a cigar.” Gabriel rolled his eyes before bringing his hand up to rub his chin as he thought, “So… who does Sam know who’d be willing to work with monsters?”

“Whoa,” Dean held up his hands, brows furrowing, “What makes you think it’s someone Sam knew?”

“Well he’s not here, is he?” Gabriel gestured to the empty house, “And – assuming Bro here didn’t zap him somewhere else – since there’s no signs of a struggle, that means he went with whoever it was willingly.”

“I sent him here.” Cas finally turned from the wall, “Whoever it is must also have the necklace.”

“Okay, so…” the blonde looked between the two angels, “who would Sam trust?”

 

 

Sam couldn’t tear his eyes away from the blonde in the drivers’ seat. It had been so long since he’d seen her. Even longer since he’d seen her smiling, and although he wasn’t happy to learn she’d been hunting, he was just grateful to be within arms reach of her again. She was right there.

He couldn’t wrap his brain around it, he had watched her burn to death on the ceiling – and yet here she was, tapping her thumb against the steering wheel in time with the music. Just like she used to. He was doing his best to ignore the small part of him that told him something wasn’t right. He wasn’t stupid, when did these things ever not come with a price? But she’d passed every test he’d given her with flying colours, so he decided he would let himself enjoy it, at least for a little while.

“Will you quit starring?” Jess flashed him that gorgeous smile he’d forgotten all about, flicking her eyes off the road for a moment, “It’s starting to get creepy.”


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Going Back

Started: 19.03.04

Finished: 20.03.05

Words: 381

Sabriel


“You’re insane!”

Gabriel just winked at the giant before turning back to the vines in front of him.

“We’re gonna get caught!”

“Not if you shut up about it!”

Sam shook his head, what’s wrong with him? Gabe said he had a surprise for their first wedding anniversary that Sam was sure to love – and he appreciated the gesture, really, he did – but it wasn’t like Gabe could’ve known the bowling alley they had their first date in all those years ago was shut down – not like it was doing that well when we’d went to begin with – so they were both understandably disheartened seeing it was now abandoned. Nothing to do, right? It’s not like either of them had bolt cutters.

So when Gabe also suggested Sam ‘wait here while I find a way in’ well, he knew he was in for a wild night. Did he think his better half was going to attempt scaling the side of the building? Absolutely fucking not. And yet…

“Yo, Sammich, quit daydreaming! You’re supposed to be a look out.”

“Pfft nobody’s around, relax,” he took a pre-emptive look around anyway, just in case.

“He says to the guy scaling a building.”

“You knew what I meant!” The giant took a charged step forward as the man slipped, “Be careful, will you? I’d hate to spend the night burying you.”

“I know something you wouldn’t mind burying.”

Sam rolled his eyes, of course he had to go there… when he turned back to the wall, his eyebrows rose in surprise, his beloved was no longer hanging there, oh no… Sam rushed closer to the base of the wall, frantic eyes searching the dark, you didn’t fall, you didn’t fall, you didn’t-

Jumping with surprise at the sound of rattling chains, he turned to his left and saw his lover, giant smirk on his face as the chains fell from the gate. He threw the gate open with all his strength, smile only growing as they clashed loudly against the sides of the wall.

Sam smacked his arm, sighing with relief, “Don’t do that!”

“What can I say, Sammy?” He linked the giants’ arm in his before leading them to the front door of the bowling alley, “I’m good at finding a way in.”


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New Years (Preview)

Started: 19.11.19

Finished: 19.11.25

Words: 1,854


“It’s ruined! Ruined! Why do bad things happen to good people? I’m a good person. Aren’t I a good person? Why? Why must I be punished?”

Dean came out of the kitchen, black smoke billowing out around him as he hurried in the direction of the smoke detector.

“Uh, is every–” the smoke alarm blared, cutting off the younger Winchesters’ question.

Dean took in a heavy sigh and waved a towel in front of it vigorously with both hands. Sam shot a look over to Gabriel before they sprung up, opening all the windows in the living room. Grabbing decorative pillows off the couch, they hustled over to help Dean wave away the smoke. Between the three of them, it wasn’t long before the thick haze began to clear and it looked like they might be able to salvage their evening.

And then the sprinklers went off.

Defeated, Dean scrubbed a hand through his now-wet hair, “Awesome.” Dropping the towel, he snagged a beer from the case on the coffee table in front of the couch. Twisting the cap off, he took a long pull from the bottle before making his way to the front door, disappearing outside.

“For the love of Liza Minnelli!” Cas stomped out of the kitchen, hair matting under the shower from the ceiling. He flicked some sopping hair out of his face as he spotted the two guests. He spread both arms wide, “Are you seeing this? Well, I hope everyone’s thirsty, because apparently? All we’re serving this evening is water. No, no champagne for us. We’re much too good for that.” He scrunched up his face in distaste, “Champagne, so boujee.” He flicked his sopping hair out of his eyes again, “So we’re trying something new. Isn’t that simply fabulous?” He laughed hysterically for a moment and then sobbed. His face crumbling into a pout, he put a hand over his heart, “I can’t. I can’t even. I mean, how am I meant to salvage this catastrophe? This would take more fabulous than the entire cast of Queer as Folk and The L Word combined. I could die. I could just die!”

Shoulders slumping, he ticked the items off on his fingers one-by-one, “Hors d’oeuvres? Burnt to a crisp! Wine? Out of stock. Out of stock. How could it be ‘out of stock’? It’s a ‘wine store’!” He rolled his eyes and then looked down at the floor, “And this. Just look at this. It’s like the last 2 minutes of the sinking of the Titanic in here. That’s it.” He threw his hands up into the air in defeat. “I’m done. I’m cancelling New Years!”


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Hold Your Breath (Preview)

Started: 17.11.23

Finished: 19.04.06

Words: 2,613

Sabriel, Hallucifer, TW: Suicide (Attempted/After-Math)


Sam huffed as he stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, why can’t I get you to shut up?

“Sam, we’ve been over this,” the devil crossed his legs as he sat on the toilet seat, “thinking at me is the same as talking. Might as well use your voice.”

No, he shook his head violently, making himself dizzy from the force, you’re not real.

Lucifer sighed before getting up off the toilet, coming up behind the giant, lips barely an inch away from his ear, “Are you sure?”

The brunette couldn’t help the shiver that ran down his spine at the words, the way the breath tickled the hair on his ear, how could he-

“Sammich? You okay in there?”

He jumped at the voice, heart practically leaping out of his chest. His eyes swept the room, not seeing the fallen angel anywhere.

He ran a shaky hand through his hair as he took a deep breath, “Y-yeah, I’m fine. I’ll be out in a minute.”

The giant held his breath as he waited to hear retreating footsteps. He deflated against the sink, turning back before turning it on, bringing some water up to his face, that was close.

“Don’t worry, Sam,” Lucifer clapped him on the shoulder, smiling at their reflections, “you won’t have to keep me a secret much longer.”

 

 

“He’s in shock, but other than that he’s fine. No broken bones, barely even a scratch. From a fall that high, I’d say he’s pretty…”

The EMT’s voice droned on in the background, as he sat on the edge of the ambulance, picking at the lip of the paper cup in his hands, shock… this is what shock feels like?

“I know it’s not quite the outcome you wanted,” Lucifer came over and sat beside him, “but hey, you did want a body to hit the sidewalk, so… that’s still a win, right?”

Sam shook his head, how can you say that? He was your brother.

“Oh, c’mon. It’s not like I killed him.”

He scoffed, eyes still on the now-covered body, why did you come after me?

“You know why.”

I don’t-

“He loved you, Sam. Just like I told you.”

No, no he didn’t. He wasn’t- he tore his eyes away from the body to look at the fallen angel, “Why are you even still here? You got what you wanted.”

“How many times do I have to tell you?” The blonde blew out a breath and looked at the body bag, “He loved you. I never would’ve-” he cut himself off as he looked down.

Sam eyed him for a moment, “This is a trick, right?”

“What?”

“This is all just you, right? You’re tricking me into thinking that-”

“No, Sam, I’m not.”

He glanced back up to the body bag, boulder settling into his stomach, no, this can’t- there’s no way this is- He turned back to the blonde, lump forming in his throat as he noted his sad expression, “Please tell me this isn’t real.”

The devil hung his head lower, not meeting the ex-hunter’s eyes.

The giant swallowed thickly, no, this- this can’t be real. “Y-you’re lying.”

“I’m sorry, Sam.”

“No!” He stood up, hands balling into fists at his sides, glaring at the shorter man, “You’re lying!”


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Project: Soak (Preview)

Written: 18.09.06

Words: 1,207


He saw a lone tree a few feet away from them, is it big enough to hide both of us? He turned to Cas, who was hiding completely behind the rock, head between his knees, gun laying on the ground next to him.

Why do I bother? The blonde shook his head and tapped him, pointing, “See that tree? We’re gonna run to it. Think you can manage?”

Cas starred blankly at the tree for a second before nodding, “We’ll fit there.”

In the next instant, the two men were behind the tree. Dean blinked, head spinning from the sudden movement before turning to Cas, bewildered and slightly queasy, “You can still teleport?”

The angel looked at the hunter like he was stupid, “Of course.”

Dean rolled his eyes, “Do you know how useful that would’ve been-” he cut himself off, shaking his head, “You know what? It doesn’t matter.”

Dean peered around the trunk, noting the two men were still heading toward the rock they were just behind. Good, maybe now we’ll have a bit of time to- “Cas!” Dean knocked the gun from the angels’ hand, “What the hells’ wrong with you?”

“What?” Cas frowned, looking like a child, “You gave me the gun!”

“You weren’t supposed to shoot from here. You just gave away our position,” The blonde checked around the trunk again and, of fucking course, the two men were running full speed toward them.

“Can you teleport us out of here?”

At the lack of response the blonde turned to the man on his right, you’ve gotten be kidding, “A butterfly? Really, Cas?”

The angel held up his finger in triumph, “They’re endangered, Dean.”

“Yeah, I know they’re-” Dean huffed, chancing another look around tree, mentally cursing as the two men were nowhere in sight. He turned back to the angel, “Can you teleport us out of here?”


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Room 739 (Preview)

Written: 18.03.27

Finished: 18.05.17

Words: 862


They all fell quiet, listening to the intense banging coming from their hotel neighbours. Sam rolled his eyes and got up from the table. This wasn’t what he pictured when Gabriel had invited him on a romantic get away. For one, Dean and Cas came, which, wasn’t completely surprising, Sam just thought he’d get some… alone time with his boyfriend.

But, they had been stuck in the room practically all week – the weather turned as soon as they checked in – apparently a tornado warning had been issued when they were in the sky. The hotel was too paranoid to let the guests try to leave, spewing something about ‘it’s safer in your rooms’, Sam snorted at that, safer in a high-rise?

For such a fancy hotel, there wasn’t all that much to do. Not like any of them had really packed any board games, either – if he knew they would be stuck inside for seven days straight, he would’ve packed something other then a bathing suit.

And condoms. Don’t forget the condoms, Sammich.

He rolled his eyes at the interruption, yes, of course, and those. The giant starred out the sliding glass door, it doesn’t even look that cloudy…

This newest game wasn’t even that good. They discovered early on that they were sharing the wall with newly-weds. Which again, wouldn’t have been so bad, except that they have sex.

A lot.

They couldn’t go more then an hour without doing it. They didn’t even slow down when the tornado warning was issued – the warning actually seemed to make them go at it more frequently. I guess if they think they might die… Gabriel and Dean had concocted the game out of sheer boredom one night – we can hear through the wall anyway, Sammich – they all bet on how long the guy would last. Sam didn’t know what was wrong with him, aside from the obvious, but the banging on the wall – and thus, their sessions – had been getting increasingly shorter. Last session they had was somewhere under five minutes.


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The Little Dreams 2 (Preview)

Written: 18.02.16-18

Words: 800


“Last time I saw you was in that-”

“Porno I left you?” Gabriel smirked before jumping up to sit on the table, unwrapping a Mars bar, “I remember. You did good, Sammich, shoving my bro back in his box. I was impressed.”

Sam eyed the entity, slowly closing the distance, angel blade behind his back, “We thought you were dead.”

“I went into hiding,” he slipped off the counter, eyeing the hunter, “if there’s one thing having Luci as a sibling had taught me, it’s to never get in his way when he’s throwing a tantrum. Better to tuck tail and run until he blows off his steam.”

“So you’ve been in hiding…” the pair were now only a few feet apart, “but you knew what had happened? Watched us get him back in the box? Watched the Leviathan? You sat back as Metatron-” the giant huffed with rage, running a hand through his hair in frustration, “Idly sat by while the angels fell? How many lives could you have saved if we knew you were alive?”

“Whoa, Sammich,” Gabriel placed his hands on his shoulders, “Relax. This wasn’t why I came back.”

“Then why’re you here? Why reveal yourself-”

He cut himself off as the angel touched his head.


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Beep-Boop (Preview)

Originally From: 15.09.04

Written On: 18.01.24

Words: 1,536

Sabriel


Gabriel felt his fury bubble in his chest, “Did you really think I wasn’t going to come here?”

The blonde sighed, before plopping himself down on the couch, “You really don’t get it, do you?” he blew out a low whistle, “Damn, Gabriel, I knew you were stupid, but c’mon.”

What is he talking about? “What don’t I get, Winchester?”

He smirked, shaking his head, “You guys are really just babies with wings, aren’t ya?”

Gabriel took a deep breath, getting pissed isn’t going to get us anywhere, “What are you talking about? What am I missing?”

He chuckled, turning the T.V. on, “Did you even bother to ask Sam what was up?”

“Of course I did, what do you think-”

“I’m not big on that touchy-feely shit, but even I know when he needs a drink and a shoulder.”

A shoulder? Gabriel eyed the Winchester, “I better get back,” he flashed out without another word.

Dean looked to the no-longer-there-angel, “You’re welcome, Jack-Ass.”

 

 

 

He scanned the room, Sam? You here?

“Yeah, I’m up here.”

The angel ignored the hurt in his heart at the depressed tone, he started up the stairs, you feeling better?

Yeah, I guess…

Gabriel swallowed, i-it’s fine if you need more space, he paused outside the bedroom door, do you want me to leave?

“No, it’s fine,” the door opened, the giants’ eyes were red and puffy, you were crying?

“I’m fine,” he wrapped the angel up in a hug, “I-I’m sorry about before, I didn’t think-”

“Sam, it’s fine. You don’t have to explain. If you don’t want me to know, you don’t have to tell me.”

“No, it’s not that,” he walked them over to the bed, “I just…” he turned his gaze to the ground, “I didn’t know how to tell you.”

“Tell me what, Hotpants?”

The giant threw his head back and laughed. Gabriel swore his heart fluttered at the sight, there’s the Sammy I know. The energy in the whole room seemed to shift after that, the giant looming cloud of sadness seemed to dissipate.

Sam took a deep breath after a moment and brought his eyes back to the angel, “Hotpants?”

Gabriel shrugged, “You don’t like?”

He shook his head, “No, no, I just… that was unexpected.”

“Hey, I know the brand of stupid you need to make you feel better.”

“Yeah,” the giant sighed, “thanks, Gabe.”

“Of course,” he stood, heading over to the bathroom, “Now, c’mon.”

Sam eyed the angel, not moving, why?

Gabriel winked, “Since when can a shower with me not fix something?”

The smile that didn’t reach his eyes hurt the angel more than it should’ve. I thought for sure he’d go for that… okay, Plan B.


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Surf’s Up

Excerpt from my book, Melting Hearts, Sunburns and Tanlines. If you’d like to read more summer/vacation Sabriel fics like this (and see more of Sam in a wet-suit), I’ve left a link to the book at the end.

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“Hey, Ricco,” Gabriel grabbed the attention of one of the waiters passing by, “who’s that?”

The waiter turned in the direction of his nod, “That right there is the Sam Winchester.”

“Sam…” Gabriel trailed off, a smile spreading across his face.

“Mhm, one of our best surf instructors.”

“Surf instructor,” the bruenette parroted, his gaze not leaving the hazel-eyed man, “does he wear that spandex to get better tips?”

Ricco laughed and shook his head, “That’s his wet suit. Anyone going out on a surf board has to wear one.”

“Interesting…” Gabriel trailed off, letting his eyes roam over the giant a few feet away.

Ricco noticed Gabriel’s eyes and perched his hand on his hip, “Don’t go getting your hopes up, Darlin’.”

“W-what,” Gabriel tore his eyes away from the tightly wrapped man, “why not?”

“Well, I’m not one to gossip,” Ricco began, putting the tray he was holding down, before perching on the edge of the lounge chair, “but I heard Lola telling Diamond that he’s off the market.”

“R-really?” Gabriel folded his arms over his chest and pouted.

“’Fraid so,” Ricco turned to give the instructor a once over himself, clicking his tongue, “such a shame.”

“O-okay… thanks.”

“Sorry, Hun,” Ricco gave a sympathetic smile before sashaying away.

Gabriel sat and watched the Greek God bend over to place the surf board in the water, and frowned when he noticed about half the class check him out.

“Oh, my god,” Gabriel breathed as Sam laid down across the board and began wading out into the ocean.

How am I supposed to concentrate on my vacation when that is ten feet away?

 

*****

 

“Hi everyone, my name’s Sam,” Sam started his speech, giving the small crowd a big smile, “and I’ll be your surf instructor for the next few weeks,” why do I never get any guy students?, “now, I’m sure some of you might be nervous, and I want you to know,” as he was talking, he noticed a guy on one of the lounge chairs starring at him, “t-that’s totally normal,” he shook his head and brought his attention back to his students, “I don’t want you to worry though, you won’t be learning anything more than some basics. These classes are just so you guys have something to brag about when you go back home.”

He internally groaned as every girl standing in front of him burst out laughing at the terrible joke.

If you could even call it a joke.

Sam glanced back over to the chair and felt a twitch in his suit as the guy was now most definitely undressing him with his eyes while he spoke to one of the waiters.

I told Steve these suits were too tight, He made a mental note to bring it up at the next meeting, as he moved his hands to hide the bulge, at least the guy’s not that bad looking…

“Um, e-excuse me?”

The voice pulled Sam’s thoughts back to the group in front of him, “Y-yes?”

A petite blonde had her hand half raised and her cheeks were burning up, “Is surfing safe?”

Sam looked across all the nervous faces in front of him before clearing his throat, “I personally guarantee that surfing is just as safe as any other sport.”

“But what about sharks,” a bruenette piped up.

Sam chuckled and shook his head, “Despite what you may have seen online, I’m not going to be taking you guys anywhere near shark infested waters. After all,” he winked and gave a sly smile, “you are just beginners.”

He watched as the man on the chair crossed his arms and frowned, still starring at him.

“Now,” Sam clapped his hands once, startling his students, “how about we get you guys in the water?”

He turned around and rolled his eyes at the gasps he heard when he bent over, placing his board in the water before paddling himself out a little. Sam failed at keeping his thoughts off the man on the chair as he paddled out. He’s probably just a tourist who’s never seen surfing in person before. Yeah, he wasn’t starring at you, he was just curious. But then why was he frowning?  He shook his head, wanting to dispel the thoughts so he could focus as he stopped paddling and sat up, turning himself around so he could see his students, who were still standing along the water’s edge.

“See,” He kicked up some water with his feet and smiled, “no sharks.”

The girls shared a nervous chuckle before one of them finally placed her board in the water and started out. The others watched her for a couple minutes before following suite. As they were catching up, Sam straightened up and found his gaze drifting back to the lounge chair, feeling slightly disappointed when he found it empty.

 

*****

 

Gabriel paced the length of his hotel room, thinking of ways he could get to know this Sam Winchester. It didn’t matter that he wasn’t available, he still needed to get closer to him. Talk to him, have him smile at him, oh God that smile, just the thought of what he would smell like coming back to shore after surfing was enough to make Gabriel squirm.

Speaking of smells, he sniffed his armpit and almost gagged, I need a shower. He made his way to the bathroom and stripped, not that surprised to find himself hard. Damn Sam, he started the water, doesn’t even know I exist and he’s already got me raging. Gabriel got into the shower and sighed as the warm water hit his body. He stood there a while, letting his body relax under the cascade of water and found his hand move to his dick. Gabriel began to stroke it gently, unable to keep his mind off the bruenette and how good he would look kneeling in front of him. Yes, Sammy, Gabriel stroked his dick faster as he pictured the surfer licking him up from the base and swirling his tongue around his head.

“Aaahhh,” Gabriel came into his hand and fell forward, head resting against the cool tile of the shower, “damn.”

He stood there a few minutes, catching his breath before he dragged himself to stand back up so he could start washing his body, still tingling from the orgasm. Well, that does it, he smiled and turned off the water, grabbing his towel, tomorrow I learn how to surf.


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