Started: 15.12.16
Finished: 17.12.10
Words: 1,581
Destiel, Sabriel
The blonde lost his grip on the doll and both it and the raven haired man went crashing against the shelf. Dean winced when snowglobes went crashing to the floor as it began to tip over.
“Oh, c’mon!” he watched as the falling shelf caused a domino-like chain reaction, sending each shelf after it crashing toward the ground.
Cas starred wide-eyed as the scene unfolded, mouth slightly agape. Dean pulled the angel by the sleeve toward the door, failing to suppress the blush that was creeping up his neck.
“Dean…”
“Shut up and move,” he pulled on the sleeve harder, practically dragging the shorter man behind him.
A moment later they burst through the doors, the bite of cold air making the blonde’s eyes water. He wiped at them hastily as he scanned the parking lot for their car. He found it after what felt like forever and started toward it, knuckles growing white around the others’ wrist. He all but shoved Cas toward the passenger side before making his way around to the drivers’ side.
He climbed in with a huff before starting the engine, “Don’t tell Sammy.”
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“Sammich, hurry up!”
“You could help y’know,” Sam flicked his eyes up from the present in front of him to the angel splayed out on the couch.
“Pfft, please,” the shorter man shot up and leaned over the arm, “we both know it would go ten times slower if I helped.”
“Not if you actually helped, instead of tying me up with the ribbons,” he taped the last corner before carefully placing it in the shopping bag that held the others.
“You can’t blame me for that,” Gabriel turned around so he was hanging upside down, “this is so boring.”
“You didn’t have to come, y’know,” the giant began packing the wrapping paper and tape away.
The brunette frowned and tilted his head to the side, “Would you rather be alone?”
Sam scoffed as he got to his feet, grabbing the shopping bag, legs tingling from being crossed so long, “Not like this is any better.”
Gabriels’ frown deepened and he lowered his eyes to the floor, “Am I really that bad?”
Sam half smiled before making his way to him, leaning down to press a kiss to his exposed neck, “Yes. But if you weren’t I wouldn’t have nearly as much fun.”
He smiled up at the giant and watched as he hid the shopping bag in the hall closet, “You think this is fun, you should wait until you see what I got you for Christmas.”
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