“Oof!” Gabriel sagged against the back of his chair, lowering his pants to under his stomach, “That was amazing, Sammich!”
Sam chuckled as he raised an eyebrow, “You ate it so fast, did you even taste it?”
“Of course!” Gabriel reached over to grab the giant’s hand, stifling a burp, “It was delicious. Thank-you, Sammich.”
Sam rolled his eyes as the angel leaned in to kiss the back of his hand, “Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Sam shook his hand out from his grasp, before clapping his hands together, “You ready for dessert, or do you need a few to digest?”
“Pfft, please,” Gabriel waved a dismissive hand as he sat back up, “My dessert stomach isn’t full!”
“Dessert stomach?”
Gabriel blinked innocently at his boyfriend, “What? It’s an angel thing.” Before Sam had a chance to remind him he wasn’t one anymore, he clapped his own hands, now-hungry eyes giving the table a once over, slight frown pulling at the corner of his mouth, “Where is it?”
Sam resisted his urge to shake his head as he stood up from the table, “Yeah, like I was gonna ruin the surprise by putting it on the table.”
He made his way into the kitchen, carefully picking the cake up off the island. He couldn’t help but smile as he started the short walk back to the dining room, this is gonna be the best Valentine’s present he’s ever gotten.
Important: This is the 3rd last story of 2023. I’ll be taking the last half of December and first half of January off from posting. I’ll be back January 12th, 2024 with the first story of the new year.
Written: 23.08.31
Words: 487
Sabriel (Implied), 2023’s 2nd Thanksgiving story
Prompt: Stuffing Month
“Sammich.”
The sing-song voice that floated through the door made the giant’s shoulders relax. He swung the door open and finally found his boyfriend – who was laying on the bed with nothing but a sheet covering his nether regions.
Sam rolled his eyes and made his way over to the closet, “People are gonna start showing up soon, y’know.”
“Doesn’t mean we have to let them in.” Gabriel wiggled his eyebrows at the ex-hunter’s back, “C’mon Sammich. Stuff me.”
Sam couldn’t help but chuckle at that, hand faltering as he reached for his suit, “I love it when you talk dirty to me.”
Gabriel sat up, letting the sheet fall to the side, “I’m just trying to help you find your holiday spirit.”
“Ugh!” Sam let out an annoyed groan and pulled uselessly on the untied tie hanging around his neck, “Come on!”
He stomped a foot in agitation and frowned down at the piece of fabric. Surely tying a tie wasn’t supposed to be this hard? His eyes flicked up to the clock on the wall and he groaned again, I don’t have time for this.
Not wanting to be late, the teen shoved the stupid article of clothing into his pocket before grabbing his suit jacket off the back of his chair. He shrugged it on and took one last look at himself in the mirror, here goes nothing.
“Whoa, Sammy!” Dean came running out of the kitchen, mayo-ed knife nearly slipping from his grip as he leaned himself against the front door, blocking the youngest, “Where’s the fire?”
“Move, dude.” Sam pulled on his brother’s arm in a failed attempt to get him off the door, “I’m already late.”
“You’re such a nerd.” Dean settled against the hunk of wood and raised an eyebrow, “Haven’t you ever heard of being fashionably late?”
“I don’t want Gabriel to think I stood him up.” Sam tugged on his brother’s arm again, harder this time, “Come on, Dean!”
The whiny tone did nothing but make the blonde laugh. He gave his brother a once over before letting out a low whistle, “How come you never dress this spiffy when we go out?”
“Because I don’t care about you.”
“Ouch,” Dean placed the hand holding the knife over his heart and stumbled away from the door a few feet, “That hurt, Sammy.”
Sam let out a breath as he finally managed to rip the door open, bolting down the driveway, “I don’t care!”
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Sam ducked behind a large rock just as a blast was fired toward him. Shit, that was close. He adjusted his stance in the sand, doing his best to not be distracted by the way it squished between his toes as he chanced a glance around the rock.
Shit, he’d lost visual on his target. He shook his head as he took a moment to make sure his gun had enough ammo to finish this fight. They’d fought their way down almost the entire length of the beach, and there was no sign of the fight letting up.
“Sammich.”
Sam spun around at the voice and scrunched up his face as he was assaulted with water. After a minute, the spray sputtered and finally stopped, much to Gabriel’s disappointment.
Sam swiped a hand down his face, effectively getting some water out of his eyes, “You said no powers!”
“Pfft, please,” Gabe sent his lover a lop-sided grin as he rested his now empty water gun against his shoulder, “There are no rules in war.”
Sam rolled his eyes but sprayed the angel’s shirt anyway.
“Hey!”
The giant couldn’t help but chuckle as he darted around the smaller man, continuing to spray him as he moved away from his wrath, “You just said there were no rules.”
The angel held up his hands in a futile attempt to keep his shirt dry, “Yeah, for me!”
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Gabriel rolled his eyes but interlaced his fingers with the giant’s, anyway.
They were walking down the boardwalk, target being their special bench, and Sam just could not stop complaining. Gabriel wasn’t sure if he was just in a complaining mood, or if he really was bothered by the impromptu trip.
And the cold.
Granted, their beach days were usually reserved for warmer days than this, but Gabriel was trying to do something nice for the giant. He saw how hard he’d been working, and… well truth be told, he could see the strain it was putting on their relationship. They had been rocky for a while now, and Gabriel knew from experience he’d have to nip this in the bud if he wanted them to last.
And damn it, he did.
Sam Winchester was easily the best thing that’d happened to him and he had renewed his resolve to show him that this passed week when Sam was away. It had only been a week – seven days – without his beloved and Gabriel swore he’d almost lost his mind. Being on his own after being together nearly 24/7 for eight years was not the welcome experience he’d thought it’d be.
The angel narrowly avoided smacking his head on the top of the oven at the call. He sucked his teeth in annoyance before carefully taking the heart-shaped cake out, closing the door with his foot. He set the cake down and took off his oven mitts, brows furrowing at the upset tone, what could be wrong? I haven’t done anything yet!
The angel braced himself as he made his way out of the kitchen door. He stopped a few feet away as he spotted the giant, who was standing in the middle of the living room, “Yes, Sammich?”
“What the hell is this?”
Gabriel’s eyes followed the pointed finger, jaw dropping as his eyes landed on a plastic kiddie pool that was filled with chocolate. He closed his mouth after a moment and groaned in annoyance, “No, no, no!” He shook his head and walked a few steps away, pulling out his cell phone, “I specifically said I wanted the chocolate fountain!”
“The… what? Wait,” Sam’s brows pulled together in confusion and he finally turned away from the object to face his husband, “You’re saying you… ordered this?”
“No, I didn’t order that. Didn’t you hear what I just said?” Gabriel shook his head again, as he pressed the phone to his ear, impatiently tapping his foot as it rang, “Gale assured me she had everything handled. I should’ve known not to trust her. People who’s names start with a G are not reliable.” At the scoff he held up a hand, “I obviously don’t count.”
“Right.”
Gabriel let out another annoyed huff as Gale’s voicemail message started playing. He snapped his cell closed, using more force than necessary to shove it back into his pocket, “Of course she’s not answering now. Hey, whaddya think if I dropped by her office, angel-style?” The shorter man started walking in circles as he started formulating his plan, “She can ignore my calls as she wants, but if I’m standing there right in front of her, she’ll have to help me, right? Besides, if she doesn’t I can always just fling her into-”
“Whoa, Gabriel!” Sam took a few steps forward, catching his husband by the shoulders. Once his eyes were fixated on his face, he let out a semi-nervous chuckle, “Why did you want a chocolate fountain?”
“Um, hello!” Gabriel got up on his tiptoes and lightly knocked on the giant’s head, “Earth to Sammich! It’s Valentine’s Day!”
Sam swatted his hand away, “Uh, no it’s not.”
“Sammich, please,” Gabriel held up a hand and gave the ex-hunter a knowing look, “You really think I wouldn’t know when Valentine’s is? Come on.”
“You track Valentine’s like kids track Santa, I know. And we always have a great time celebrating… including this year.” At the confused look, Sam pulled his cell from his pocket, holding it out so he could see the screen, “It’s March.”
“What?” Gabriel grabbed for the phone, mouth falling open in surprise, “No, t-this can’t be right.” He shook his head as his expression changed from surprise to sadness, “I-I missed Valentine’s?”
“You didn’t miss anything.” Sam resisted the urge to roll his eyes as he re-pocketed his phone, “We already celebrated. Spag-Lovi’s, a sunset walk on the beach…” Sam let his voice trail off as he saw the unchanged expression, “You really don’t remember that?”
Gabriel was shaking his head before the giant finished his question, “It sounds familiar, but…” He raised semi-worried eyes to his love, “We’ve done those things a thousand times! How am I supposed to remember which years were what?”
Sam eyed him for a moment, “You better not be fucking with me.”
His eyes went big at that, and his jaw dropped back open, “I’d never joke about Valentine’s!”
“Okay, well,” Sam let out a breath and ran a hand through his hair, “I guess I’ll call Dean in the morning, see if Cas is having a similar memory issue.”
Gabriel raised an eyebrow at that, “Morning?”
“Yeah.”
“Why not now?”
Sam was unable to hold back his smirk any longer as he scooped the angel off the ground, walking him the few feet over to the pool of chocolate. He stopped once he reached the edge, before holding the angel out, giving him a wink, “We have some celebrating to do.”
“Dean!” Sam bolted upright, heart beat echoing in his ears.
He took in some panting breaths as he took in his surroundings. His brows creased as he saw he was back in Dean’s bedroom.
“Sammich?” Gabriel was standing in the doorway, looking unsure if he should come in.
The giant brought a hand up to the side of his head, “I don’t…” He closed his eyes, trying to will the what happened back to him, but it was no use, “W-what happened?”
Gabriel let out a heavy breath, leaning himself against the doorway, sadness in his eyes, “You blacked out.”
“What?” Sam shook his head, “No, I don’t-” He cut himself off as his eyes landed on the picture that was on the nightstand – it was him and Gabriel, the shorter man was leaned over the back of a chair, lips planted firmly on the giant’s cheek. How did I miss that before? The sinking feeling came back to him as he stared at it, “H-he’s dead, isn’t he?”
“Yes,” Gabriel hesitantly took a few steps into the room, “I’m sorry.”
The giant looked up from the ground, excitement and slight relief flitting across his face as his date made his way over to join him in line at the restaurant, “Hey.”
Gabriel cocked an eyebrow as he joined the line, immediately leaning himself against the outside wall, “What’s with the face?”
The giant shifted his weight nervously, casting his gaze back to the ground, “I’m not giving you a face.”
Gabriel studied him for a moment, before raising an eyebrow, “You thought I was gonna forget, didn’t you?”
“What? N-no, of course not,” Sam turned his head in a failed attempt to hide his blush at the accusation. “I just know you… lose track of time, sometimes.”
“Pfft, please!” Gabriel looped his arm around the giant’s, “How could I forget date night with you?”
That earned him a smile, though it was still pointed at the ground, “Right, you’d never forget, say, a movie date?”
“What’s the matter?” Sam skidded to a stop in the bedroom doorway, worried eyes scanning the room for his boyfriend.
He spotted him, lying on top of the bed, head dangling over the edge, “It’s too hot!”
The giant deflated in relief, “That’s it?” He shook his head and made his way into the room, sitting next to the ex-angel, “The way you were screaming, I thought you might’ve gotten stuck in the window.” Again.
“No,” Gabriel let out a dramatic sigh as he wiped sweat off his forehead, “How are you not melting?”
Sam shrugged, doing his best to keep the smile off his face, “My body has had time to adjust to temperature changes?”
Gabriel shook his head, “Being human sucks.”
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Dean’s eyes swept over the guests, and he groaned as he spotted Bobby sitting with Crowley, oh, great.
“What is it?” Cas looked out in the direction he was starring at, “Oh,” he rolled his eyes, “They’re sitting on the opposite side of the church, don’t you dare start anything.”
Dean turned to his angel, offended, “I wouldn’t start anything.” He pursed his lips as his eyes slid back over to the pair, “I just… I didn’t expect him to be here, that’s all. He’s not exactly Sam and Gabriel’s biggest fan.”
Cas rolled his eyes again as the music started, and everyone stood, “He’s probably just here as Bobby’s plus one.”
“Yeah…” Dean let his voice trail off as he watched his brother and Gabriel start down the aisle. As they made their way toward the front, his eyes flicked back to the pew Bobby was in, and he instantly started scanning the church as Crowley was no longer standing beside him. Where did he…? He spotted the demon walking quickly down the side of the pews, headed toward the back of the church. Yeah, I don’t think so. Dean wiggled passed his daughter – to the end of the pew that wasn’t closest to the aisle his brother was walking down – only to be stopped by a questioning look from his angel, “Bathroom.”
Cas’ eyebrows shot up, “Now?”
He gave a half-shrug, “I’ll be back before they say ‘I do.’ Promise.”
Cas shook his head and let him pass, “You’re worse than the kids.”
Dean gave him an apologetic smile before practically running down the side of the church, eyes going back to the demon. Where is he going? He made it to the open doors at the back of the room, and ducked out, doing his best to not look suspicious as the doorman gave him a weird look. He scanned the small foyer for the demon, pit dropping into his stomach as he watched him round a corner with someone who definitely wasn’t working the wedding, that can’t be good.
