Started: 16.08.08 (Originally written for Melting Hearts)
“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.
“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.”
“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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