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scrollingkingfisher · 4 years

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Without You I’m Just Cold

This is my secret santa, so very merry Christmas to @nathyfaith!!

Rating: T

Words: 2939

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The first time Gabriel came into Sam’s room, Sam nearly shot him.

It had been nearly six months since they’d returned from the apocalypse world. Nearly six months since Sam had pushed Gabriel aside and killed his brothers for him, since the bunker had filled with alternate-universe hunters and one depowered archangel, since relative peace had been restored. The only things they’d had to deal with since thanksgiving had been a small pack of rogue werewolves and a run-of-the-mill haunting.

But a lifetime of hunting had left Sam’s nerves frayed to the quick. So when his ears detected the minute creak of his door opening, the padding of footsteps, the strange pressure of another person’s stare, Sam was pointing his gun before he was fully awake. His finger twitched on the trigger as the light flicked on. Gabriel was standing next to his bed, hands raised in surrender, eyes fixed on the barrel.

Sam huffed, lowering the barrel. “Gabriel? What the hell, man?” He whispered loudly.

“Hey there, Sam. Are you pleased to see me or is that a pistol in your pj’s?”

Sam loosened his grip on the gun, rubbing at his eyes. Fuck’s sake. “Could you not have picked a better time to come annoy me? I know angels don’t need to sleep but...”

He looked up and trailed off, getting his first proper look at Gabriel. He was looking distinctly… worn. More threadbare than Sam had ever seen him. Even when he’d come back from Asmodeus, Sam could have sworn that the bags under his eyes hadn’t been quite that deep. His skin was pale.

Sam had known that Gabriel had used nearly all his grace to fend off Michael and close the rift behind them, but Gabriel had waved him off when he’d asked if he was okay, deflecting with a witty quote, and Sam hadn’t had the energy at the time to grill him further. Come to think of it, they hadn’t been seeing much improvement. But Sam had never actually asked what was going on with him these days. Now, looking at the way Gabriel was visibly sagging where he stood, he regretted that.

Gabriel’s eyes darted to his, then away again. The thin veneer of joviality slipped. “Just thought, maybe… Doesn’t matter. Sorry. I’ll let you get back to sleep.”

He turned to go.

“Wait.”

Gabriel stopped, one hand on the door. Sam sighed, setting his gun down on the table. “Was it a nightmare?”

Gabriel’s shoulders visibly tensed, and to Sam, that was answer enough.

“No,” he lied tersely, “I’m cold.”

And oh, Sam knew that look- the edgy glancing down, the slight tremor in his hand. The way his eyes kept darting to the corners of the room like he was expecting his nightmares to bleed out of the darkness. He’d been like that, after the cage. When they’d still been sleeping in motels. He’d crept out of his bed in the night, cold and shivering, and slipped in with Dean like he was a little kid again. And Dean had grumbled, but he’d always let him in, shared his warmth.

Gabriel had nobody. And he’d woken up from his own personal hell, terrified and alone and unable to sleep in case he was there waiting for him. And he’d come to the only person who knew what if felt like to go through even a fraction of what he’d been through, desperate for any sort of comfort even if he thought he’d be turned away.

He was still hesitating there, so close to bolting out of the door. For a second, Sam looked at him and felt a terrible pity.

But Gabriel would hate that. Nobody wanted to be pitied.

Sam flicked back the edge of the blanket. “Okay, get in.”

Gabriel visibly perked up. He whipped around, hiding the tiny hope in his eyes behind the usual smirking confidence. “Oooh, Mister Winchester! Didn’t you know you’re supposed to buy a girl dinner first?”

Sam ignored him. There would be no asking him about what he’d dreamed. Not tonight. “You’d better not steal the covers,” he threatened.

Gabriel slipped in beside him, the two of them lying back to back. Sam winced as cold toes pressed against his shins. Okay, so maybe Gabriel hadn’t been entirely lying about the cold thing.

He closed his eyes, and faster than he usually did, he was drifting into sleep.

...

In the morning, Sam woke to the edges of the covers flipped back, and a cold empty spot next to him.

They didn’t talk about it.

.o0o.

The next time was the day that Dean decided that they were celebrating Christmas this year.

They had started decorating in the haphazard, disorganised way that people who have never stayed in one place for long enough to accumulate the intricate family rituals would. Sam hadn’t been convinced. But Dean had been determined to make an event of it.

“Think about it Sammy, it’s the first Christmas since you were four that our lives haven’t been a crapshoot. It’s not perfect, but we’re here, right? Me, and you, and Cas. Charlie, Mom and Jack will be back by then. Hell, even Gabe’s here. Nothing world-ending’s happening. We need to take advantage! Plus,” he looked at the hunters loitering around the library table and lowered his voice, “I think we could all do with a bit of holiday spirit. It’s been a hell of a year.”

So they’d cut down a small fir tree in the woods, and Dean had gone out into town, and come back with a victorious smirk and a hodgepodge of christmas ornaments from Goodwill. They were all awful, obviously, but that wasn’t what mattered, Sam, it’s the principle of the thing!

Cas had even contributed by making a string of paper chains, his brow furrowed as he sat at the library table and glued each ring closed with a level of concentration that suggested he was casting some reality-altering spell rather than making Christmas decorations. He didn’t seem to notice as Dean slipped a headband with a bouncy star attached to it behind his ears.

Gabriel wandered in as Sam was starting to feel particularly put-upon, reindeer horns perched on his head, tinsel draped over his arms as Dean searched for the next ridiculously tacky item from the box.

“Hey Gabe.”

“Sam! What’s Deano up to? I thought covering the bunker in glitter was meant to be my job.”

“Aha!” Dean straightened up, the pompom on his elf-shaped hat flopping comically as he brandished a large angel-shaped tree topper. “Perfect! Get it Sam? We’ve got fake angels and real angels! At least this isn’t gonna try and smite us!” Sam rolled his eyes. Out of the corner of his vision he saw Gabriel shift uncomfortably. Dean turned to Castiel, holding out the doll for a better reaction. “What do you reckon, Cas?” “That decoration is a deeply inaccurate stereotype,” Cas commented without even looking up from gluing his fingers together. “Those wings would never support interdimensional flight.”

“Spoilsport. Hey Sam! Stick that up there, would you? It’s about your height. Or, wait,” Dean’s eyes lit up with humour, a teasing smile spreading across his face. “How about you, Gabe, this is your time of year-”

But Gabriel was gone. Sam turned just in time to see his heels vanish down the corridor towards the bedrooms.

Dean’s hand dropped to his side. Sam could have sworn he saw the tip of his hat droop. “What’s up with him?”

Cas’ eyes were fixed on the door. “He’s not what he once was.”

Dean scratched his chin where stubble was beginning to grow. “Yeah, but he’s getting better right? His grace’ll recover.” Castiel’s face scrunched into a grimace. Sam felt his heart sink.

“He’s… he’s not getting it back, is he?” He said quietly. “Possibly not,” Cas said quietly. “The longer it goes on, the less likely it is that it will start regenerating.”

Ah.

Eventually they went back to decoration, but even Dean was more subdued now. Neither of them had really considered that Gabriel’s grace might be gone for good.

Sam fully expected not to see Gabriel until the next day. Often, when he got into one of his quiet moods, they might not see him for days, or only his heels as he nipped to the kitchen to search for food at odd hours of the night. But when Sam stumbled to his room, rubbing glitter off his face and his stomach warm with Dean’s special brand of eggnog, there was a figure perched on the end of his bed.

“Gabriel?”

Gabriel crossed his arms. “Don’t look at me like that, Sam. Your room is the only warm one in this whole damn place. Dean can stuff his why-is-the-heating-on schtick, I can’t stay in that icebox you call my room another night.”

His tone was joking, but there was something tense as a bowstring underneath it. Something unsure. Clearly he didn’t want to be alone. Sam shrugged and went to rummage for a shirt to sleep in, hoping that being casual might alleviate the stress before Gabriel snapped himself in half with it. “Well you can stay with me tonight, it’s not an issue.”

“Why did you two have to set up shop in a concrete bunker?” Gabriel groused to fill the air as Sam got changed. “The whole damn place is a heat sink. My feet are cold as soon as they touch the floor in the morning.”

Sam hummed, still not commenting on the elephant in the room. He flicked off the main light, leaving only the dim illumination of the numbers of his alarm clock, glaring orange in the darkness. “We’ll have to get you a rug or something. Don’t want you losing toes just because we have concrete floors.”

Gabriel grunted in agreement, shifting a little closer. Sam lay still and closed his eyes. He could feel the tension in Gabriel’s body beside him. Like he was being pulled in two directions, hung drawn and quartered by his own indecision. The silence stretched. Despite the sensation of Gabriel’s attention fixed on him form just a few inches away, Sam started to dose.

“Hey. Thank you.” Sam startled a little. He hadn’t expected Gabriel to say anything at all, let alone something that sounded so serious and sincere. He opened his eyes again, blinking up at the ceiling in the darkness. “No… No problem.”

“It’s not… I’m not used to it. Having people there.” Gabriel said quietly. He didn’t elaborate, but he didn’t need to. Sam could read between the lines. Gabriel wasn’t used to having anyone there at all who cared about him. His brothers had tried to kill him, been sold into slavery by someone who thought he was his friend. Honestly it was a miracle he was here now.

“You know it doesn’t matter, right?” Sam whispered into the dark. “If you never get it back. You’ll always have a home here.”

Gabriel didn’t respond other than going stiff, but Sam hadn’t expected him too. Under the blanket, he let his hand find Gabriel’s, winding their fingers together in a gesture of unspoken solidarity. Gabriel startled as their fingers touched, but after a moment, he gave a hesitant squeeze, body relaxing a little. Sam hesitated for a moment, considering, then scooched over a few inches, until they were pressed together, just their sleep shirts between them. He could feel Gabriel’s toes freezing against his calf.

He felt a slow exhalation against his collar, but Gabriel didn’t move away. Sam closed his eyes, hiding a smile in the dark.

...

When he woke the next morning, Gabriel was gone again. But the depression in the mattress was still warm, and there was still a phantom sensation of fingers, holding tight to his.

.o0o.

The third time, Sam went to him.

Of course there had to be a call-out to a case on Christmas Eve. It was inevitable. It was even more inevitable that it would be a tentacle monster, and that it would be drowning people in a frozen lake.

“You know, when I said I wanted a white Christmas, this isn’t what I imagined,” Dean grumbled. Even if Sam had wanted to respond, he wasn’t sure he could without his chattering teeth biting off his tongue. He shivered again under his mound of blankets.

As soon as they crunched their way to a stop Dean bundled him out of the impala and towards the warmth of the open door of the bunker. Sure enough, snow was falling in thick flakes around them, blanketing the ground as they carefully made their way inside.

Gabriel glanced up from where he was painstakingly carving a dick into the library table, then frowned.

“What the hell happened?” Dean waved him off where he was halfway to standing, ushering Sam shakily down the stairs.

“Don’t worry, nothing serious. He’s just cold is all. Monster was a little more handsy than we’d thought.” Gabriel’s worried eyes didn’t leave Sam all the way into the corridor. Dean guided him to the bathroom and shoved him in with a reassuring hand to the middle of his back.

“Go on, take a hot shower. I’ll get dinner going, God knows the rest of the hunters can’t cook and I don’t trust mom with more than heating up soup after the last time she tried to bake.”

Sam stayed in the shower for almost an hour, but as soon as the water shut off, he was shivering again. Cold. He cursed under his breath as he wrapped himself in the largest towel he could find and shuffled towards his bedroom. Sometimes this happened- he would be chilled to his core, and no number of drinks or hot water bottles could warm him up. As though his soul had been reminded of the chill of Lucifer’s touch, and couldn’t forget it again.

He rummaged until he found the thickest shirt he had, and then a sweater, sliding it over his head with shaking fingers. He could just get into bed, shiver to himself for hours until he fell asleep.

Or…

Could he? Would Gabriel mind? Another tremor set his teeth chattering again, and that made his decision for him. Before he could doubt himself, Sam pulled his door open and marched himself down the corridor, pausing outside Gabriel’s room.

“Come on in!”

Slowly, Sam pushed open the door. He hadn’t been in here since Gabriel had claimed it. It was slightly cluttered, pictures on the walls, knick-knacks on every surface. The room was dimly lit by the buttery light of a lamp, enough illumination for Gabriel to read his book where he was curled up on top of the covers. The thick rug on the floor gave the place a homely look.

As he came in, Gabriel put his book down and quickly slipped off his reading glasses (he needed glasses? Sam hadn’t noticed), beckoning him in and pulling the covers off the bed so Sam could get under them.

“Dad above, Sam, get in before you freeze solid. I can see you shivering from here. You’re making me feel cold just looking at you.”

Sam stepped forwards, burrowing his way under the blankets, any embarrassment burnt away by the chill inside. He heard Gabriel tut next to him.

“Can’t get warm? Here, take this sweater off, it won’t help if you aren’t making heat. Basic laws of thermoregulation, Sammy, I thought you went to Stanford?”

Sam tried to help as Gabriel peeled him out of his sweater, but his arms were shaking too much to do more than be a nuisance, so eventually he gave up and let him do what he wanted. But it still came as a shock when Gabriel burrowed under the blankets with him, pressing them chest-to-chest. Sam tensed in surprise.

“Uh…” Gabriel turned his head to look him sternly in the eye. “This is medical cuddling, Winchester, so suck it up. Body heat transfers are gonna warm you up faster than letting you shiver yourself into a coma. And don’t even think about lying and saying you’re fine- I can feel your fingers and they’re like fucking icicles.”

Sam hesitated. The warmth was amazing, as was the feeling of another friendly living body so close to his, but he couldn’t help feeling as though he was taking advantage. “You don’t… need to, you know. If it makes you uncomfortable. You don’t owe me or anything like that.” Gabriel was quiet for a moment, and when he spoke, his voice was more subdued. “I know. But it feels good, doesn’t it? Helping. I realise now why you and your brother spend so much time on it.” He chuckled ruefully. “Being able to help… it’s a powerful thing. I might not be able to do much these days. But I can still do this.”

Sam relaxed. Gabriel was right. They would help each other and they would make it through. Together.

They’d been through so much, both of them, but they were here, and they were alive. Tomorrow morning they’d be woken by the smell of cinnamon rolls and warm laughter and Jack’s childish excitement, and Dean’s horrified shouts when he unwrapped the distinctly phallic package that Sam had seen Gabriel hide under the tree.

His family.

“Thank you,” He whispered. Gabriel slipped their fingers together and squeezed his hand.

And, for the first time in a long time, Sam was warm.

#sabrielsecretsanta2019 #sabrielevents #sabriel

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aastralfox · 4 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gabriel/Sam Winchester Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel, Gabriel (Supernatural) Additional Tags: lawyer!Sam, lawyer!gabe, office Christmas party, Flirting, Miscommunication, Boss/Employee Relationship, it's as ethical as it can be though Summary:

He wondered if he should regret speaking so casually to someone who could snap his fingers and ruin his career, but the anxiety train was cancelled as soon as Gabriel winked at him. Again.

Or, Sam figures out that the office dick that's been following him around and insulting his boss...is, in fact, his boss' boss, slash older brother. And as it turns out, maybe Gabriel Novak isn't such a dick after all.

Written for @holydean !

#sabrielsecretsanta2019 #sabriel #sam winchester #gabriel #for holydean

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easypeasybreezy · 4 years

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HO HO HO

It’s time for @sabrielevents Sabriel Secret Santa! I was secret Santa for @crowley-loves-usuk . I hope you enjoy this fic!

Thank you to @datajana for the beta read ❤️ I didn't make it easy lol

A Hawaiian Christmas

Rating- T

Word Count- 3550

Tags/Warnings-fake dating, sharing a bed, case fic, Christmas!, mild language, mistletoe, feels, fluff, maybe a bit of angst

A surprise case takes Sam and Gabriel on a trip to a Hawaiian resort, where they pretend to be a couple to help solve it. Oh, and it’s Christmas!

Read on Ao3 here!

#sabriel #my writing #sabrielsecretsanta2019

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5typesoftrash · 4 years

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My True Love Gabe to Me

My fic for the Sabriel Secret Santa by @sabrielevents. I’m so glad I got to take part in this event, it was really fun. My giftee was @mightywolves23 so I wrote her this... whatever this is.

Pairings: Sabriel/Destiel Rating: Teen Additional Warnings: Mutual Pining, Sam and Gabriel are idiots, so much Christmas fluff, Destiel are fucking gross, vulgarity, swearing, stuff like that. Word Count: 4,599

December 1st

Dean is- Dean is jumping on his bed. Dean is jumping on Sam’s bed, holding his phone, which is connected to a Bluetooth speaker, blasting All I Want for Christmas at maximum volume. And grinning. Like a maniac. And singing along. Like a dork.

How could Sam possibly be related to this idiot?

He grabs one of his pillows and smacks his brother in the chest with it before burrowing underneath the other one and hiding from the world. Dean resurfaces quickly, pauses his song (blessedly), and grabs Sam’s arm. “Sammy!” he’s shouting, and Sam has never wanted anything more than he wants to be dead right now. “Sammy, come on, I have to make you a Happy December breakfast.”

“Dean, there’s literally no reason for you to make a ‘Happy December breakfast’. You just want an excuse to cook.”

Dean nods excitedly. “Hell yeah I do! Now come on, get your overgrown Goliath ass downstairs so that I can make you food.”

Sam groans but does as he’s told, pushing himself out of bed as soon as Dean leaves the room (he sleeps naked, no way is Dean getting the covers off of him while he’s still in Sam’s bedroom) and forcing himself to forgo comfortable clothing – he does stare longingly at his pajama pants for a minute, though – in favor of his usual combination of tank top under t-shirt under flannel under jacket. And he makes his way downstairs.

“Heya there, Samsquatch,” Gabriel calls cheerfully from where he’s sitting with his feet up on the dining table, eating chocolate pie a la mode with whipped cream. (How he can stomach that for breakfast still mystifies Sam) “Sleep well, princess?”

Sam makes a show of pulling his middle finger out of his ‘bra strap’ and applying liberal amounts of ‘lipstick’ to his lips with it. Gabriel cracks up, and Sam hides his smile. He does like making the Trickster laugh.

He makes his way through the kitchen, grabbing a piece of bacon from where they’re cooling on the counter and receiving a punch in the shoulder in return as he goes. He holds it between his teeth as he opens the fridge with one hand and grabs a glass from the cupboard next to it with the other. He pours himself some orange juice and then tears into the meat with his teeth.

He settles down at his usual place beside the archangel who’s somehow managed to become a permanent fixture in their lives at the bunker and strikes up an idle conversation with him about a book he read about Grace the previous day. Cas, sitting across from Gabriel, has quite a few interesting insights, and it’s only a few minutes before Dean’s carrying plates of waffles and bacon into the kitchen, and Sam smiles gratefully up at his brother before he digs in.

Once the table’s been cleared, Dean announces, “I thought we’d get a tree today.”

“Doin’ it early this year?” Sam teases, grinning at his brother. Every year that they’d been on their own, when they actually had a place to decorate, Dean was so lazy they’d always ended up getting their tree a week or so before Christmas. December first was new, to say the least.

“Shut up, bitch,” Dean shoots back without heat. Cas looks ready to step in if they really go at it, but Sam just laughs.

“Jerk,” he mutters, then adds, “Christmas tree shopping sounds awesome. If we have time, we can even go get gifts for each other, too.”

“We won’t have time,” Dean tells him wisely.

(He’s right, of course. They do not have time.)

#~+~#

They don’t leave for the farm until just after 1, because someone (coughGabrielcough) took about two hours to be composed enough to go. Which is ridiculous, because Gabriel can just snap himself up some clothes whenever he wants, he doesn’t have to take ten years to get ready and make everyone else wait for him.

Ah, well. Dean made a remark about Gabriel acting like a girl and Sam got to go on one of his feminist rants until Dean scoffed and walked away from him, so it was okay.

When they finally arrive, they hook themselves up with the complimentary hot chocolate that they always serve at those places, jump into one of those cart things, and drive off to the far reaches of the many acres of land reserved just for Christmas trees.

“So how tall we wanna go?” Dean asks as they climb out, Sam with the axe slung over his shoulder.

“I’m thinkin’ tall,” Sam suggests with a smirk in Gabriel’s direction. “I’m thinkin’ taller’n me tall.” And Gabriel- Gabriel honest-to-Chuck flushes, ever so slightly, under the heat of Sam’s gaze. Sam stares at him in amazement, because that can be summed up with one phrase. “Holy shit,” he whispers to himself before turning to his brother.

“I mean, we have the space for it, don’t we? Only problem would be getting it back to the bunker, although we do have angels who can do that for us.”

Gabriel, having regained his composure, smiles sweetly at them.

#~+~#

It takes Sam and Dean another half an hour to pick a tree, chop it down, get the angels to fly it back to the bunker, pay, grab another round of hot chocolate, and get in the car, and then the drive back home is forty-five minutes. Because of all of that, they don’t make it back to the bunker until 3:15 or so, by which time Castiel and Gabriel have already erected the tree in the spot they’d previously picked out and are now color-coding the month of December in their Biblical calendar (a joke gift from Dean that went right over Cas’ head, although he and Gabe got quite the shared-laughter bonding moment out of the way Cas so clearly didn’t understand it) with the various activities they’re planning to do on various days. They’re all spread out so as to be flexible in case they get hunts that go a little longer than expected.

Sam and Dean’s angels are nice like that.

(Oh, fuck. Cas has always been Dean’s, that much was clear from day 1, but the scary part is that Sam has started thinking of Gabriel as being his. That’s not good for him or his mental health, and it spells DANGER in big block letters across his life. He tries to heed the warnings, he really does, but… Gabriel’s perpetual sugar high and his… mostly… positive energy and his infectious sugary-sweet smile just get to him, warm up parts of him he’d forgotten existed, and eventually he is forced to realize that he was gone long before he ever had a chance to identify it. There’s no going back now.)

It’s mid-afternoon and none of them feels like doing anything, so they leave the eight-foot-tall tree alone, undecorated as it is, and collapse onto the two couches in the den. Unsurprisingly, Dean gets a faceful of black hair as an extremely cuddly Castiel presses himself against Dean’s side. Slightly more surprisingly, Sam gets a golden archangel’s head in his lap, and even more surprising is the way that Sam starts to card his fingers through Gabriel’s hair. However, what takes the cake is how natural that feels.

Sam hates this feeling.

Dean selects a Christmas movie at random – they end up watching The Holiday – and they all relax and allow themselves to enjoy the peace and serenity and Jack Black singing badly on screen.

Sam hates that feeling, but he loves this one. This is family and warmth and home, this is love and peace and happiness, and this is security like he’s never known. They’re a bit of a fucked-up family, but they’re a family nonetheless, and Sam wouldn’t trade it for the world.

He falls asleep on the couch.

December 5th

Sam pays his brother back in kind, and he justifies it by saying that Dean asked for this.

Dean wakes up to a pie in the face, and Sam knows he won’t stop bitching about a waste of perfectly good pie for several days. He could care less.

He lets Dean eat cherry pie for breakfast, and Gabe eats his chocolate pie for breakfast, and Sam has a donut because he kind of doesn’t care at this point, and Castiel doesn’t eat anything. Which disappoints his boyfriend greatly, but he keeps pointing out that I do not need to eat, Dean.

And then at 10, Sam finds Dean’s Bluetooth speaker, connects it to his phone, and queues up a three-hour playlist of Christmas music on Spotify. “Hey, get your lazy asses in here, we got work to do!” he announces joyfully, grinning into the dining room. Dean snorts and pushes his chair back from the table.

“Fine, Sammy, if you’re gonna be like that. I’ll be right back with the lights and ornaments,” he shouts up before disappearing into the storage room.

Gabriel and Castiel join Sam soon after, helping him plug in the power strips and figure out where they want their miscellaneous decorations to go. When Dean returns, Sam smacks the ‘play’ button on his phone, and they start to dance around the common space to ‘Jingle Bell Rock’ as they wind the lights around the tree.

Sam ends up standing on a stepstool at the base of the tree while Gabriel goes up the stairs and stands right next to the top and Cas stands halfway up the stairwell. They pass the end of the string around, singing and grinning, and Dean ‘supervises’. Which, of course, is just a fancy way of saying he stands there, watches them, and drinks a Chuckdamn blueberry smoothie.

Then, when he wants to put the angel on top of the tree, Sam gleefully informs him that since he didn’t help, he doesn’t get to do that part. He bestows that honor upon Gabriel, who practically vaults over the railing to put the little bauble on top, clings to the branches of the tree (while Castiel holds it in place with a very unamused expression) as he plugs it into the strand of lights, and then drops right into Sam’s arms.

Sam grins and winks at him before depositing him on the floor.

Rockin’ around The Christmas tree At the Christmas party hop

Dean grabs Cas’ hand and drags him down the stairs to the place in the doorway where he’d fastened the mistletoe earlier.

Mistletoe hung where you can see Every couple tries to stop

He dips his boyfriend and kisses him loudly, and Sam scoffs and turns away, rolling his eyes. “Those two are gross,” Gabe murmurs to him, and he makes a noise of assent.

“They really are,” he agrees.

December 8th

Sam sneaks out for his morning run at four and when he’s done with his three miles he walks over to the Fred Meyer-slash-Starbucks that’s barely a block away. He spends several hours there, trying to figure out what the fuck to get his brother (who never wants anything) and two angels (who basically have everything) and feeling a little guilty that he’s paying for it all with stolen money.

He figures it out eventually, but by the time he gets back it’s almost nine o’ clock and – predictably – nobody’s awake yet. (Actually, he’s not quite sure that’s true. Cas is a bit of an early riser and even if he wasn’t, Dean’s probably gotten into his pants by now. Predictably, he supposes he should say, Gabriel isn’t awake.)

He shoves the double-plastic-bagged gifts into a duffel bag that he then buries in the bottom of his closet to wrap later and decides to get started on making breakfast for everybody because, however much he loves his big brother, he really can’t cook for shit.

He spends a while staring at the pantry and then a while longer staring at the inside of the refrigerator before silently wishing he’d bought some ingredients when he went out. He’s just decided to make breakfast burritos (scrambled eggs, bacon, tons of cheese, secret sauce. They have all of those things. At least) when suddenly an archangel appears behind him.

“Whatcha doin’, Sammich?” Gabriel asks, far too loudly and cheerfully in comparison to his normal early-morning disposition. Sam jumps about ten feet.

When he calms his racing heartbeat, Sam replies, “I was about to make you some food. But now that you’ve scared the shit out of me, I think you can do it yourself.”

Gabriel looks at him evenly for a moment, then shrugs, snaps himself up the biggest, most phallic lollipop Sam has ever seen, and walks past him to sit at the table. “So you didn’t want my help with anything?” he asks.

Sam glances back at the pantry and something clicks.

When did Dean buy frosting? And… woah, there’s a lot of stuff in there.

“Want to make Christmas cookies while our brothers try to buy gifts for each other and end up just screwing in the middle of a grocery store?” he suggests. Gabriel almost chokes on his lollipop, and Sam’s not going near that with a goddamn barge pole.

“I’m on board for Christmas cookies,” Gabe replies, deliberately and obviously avoiding the second half of Sam’s sentence. He jumps out of his chair and the lollipop disappears.

Sam starts to knead out the premade dough they had in the fridge while Gabriel goes to color the icing. They work in comfortable silence, weaving around each other in a well-coordinated dance like they’ve been doing this forever.

Sam is so fucked.

Once the dough is a flat sheet on the counter, he lets Gabriel take over so he can cut them out into festive Santa Claus and Christmas Tree shapes and Sam grabs the bag of flour to put it away and drops it. It kind of explodes, sending up a veritable mushroom cloud and lightly dusting Gabriel’s arm while somehow miraculously missing Sam. Gabriel doesn’t seem to find this acceptable and he reaches into the bag without looking away from his carefully oriented cookie cutter and flicks a little flour onto Sam’s hand. Sam laughs, coats his hand in the stuff, and wipes it down Gabriel’s shirt.

That gets his attention. He grabs a handful and drops it on Sam’s head, coating his hair in white. Sam gives him a flour-ball to the face, which prompts Gabriel to leave white handprints all over Sam’s new shirt and then Sam picks up the bag and dumps it on Gabriel’s head.

Gabriel’s staring at him with this betrayed look that is, frankly, just absolutely adorable, and Sam wants to kiss it off his face, which. Fuck. FUCK.

He wasn’t supposed to do this, he tried so hard not to do this. He’s so completely ass-fucked it wasn’t even funny.

He’s glad Dean cleared his throat when he did because if they’d been left alone for one more second Sam’s 100% sure he was going to kiss him. Archangel mojo be damned, Sam had been about to kiss that self-satisfied smirk right off of his face and accept his death with gladness.

“Havin’ fun, you two?” Dean asks, not concealing his laughter at all. Sam shrugs.

“I mean, yeah, it was pretty fun. Hey Gabe, stick those cookies in the oven and then we can watch another Christmas movie.”

Gabriel grins and taps him on the shoulder. He turns. “Yeah?”

“We should probably shower and change first,” he mutters, and Sam tries so hard not to flush because that sounds like he means together and oh, shit, is he in deep.

“Yeah, put the cookies in the oven, I call dibs on the first shower.”

Gabriel smiles at him as he slides the baking sheet onto the top rack of the oven, and Dean rolls his eyes before disappearing back into the hallway. Sam nods awkwardly several times and then sprints toward the bathroom before he can embarrass himself further.

December 17th

Sam needs a hunt. Sam needs to get the hell away from Gabriel before he makes a mistake, like shoving him against a wall, pinning him there, and kissing the living shit out of him.

So he finds a hunt for himself. And for Dean. Cas if he wants to. And not Gabe, because if he gets stuck in a room (or a car, or a motel, or a diner, or a…) with Gabe again he isn’t going to be able to restrain himself.

He ends up running through a big emptyish building at 11pm trying to figure out where the fuck these vamps have tied up his brother. Eventually he kicks down a door and finds Dean leaning against a wall swinging his blade in lazy circles and grinning. Gabriel’s standing in the middle of the room looking slightly spent but otherwise completely fine surrounded by a huge circle of corpses, and Cas is watching Dean worriedly.

“Heya Sammy,” Dean says. “Nice’a ya to drop in. Missed the party.”

Sam fights the urge to stick out his tongue. “You suck,” he tells his brother.

So. Hunting is out.

December 20th

They set up an assembly line. All the presents for each person are put into that person’s bedroom, and then each person goes around to everyone else’s bedrooms to wrap their presents for each other.

It’s all very complicated and it takes the whole day, but Sam and Gabriel end up talking and laughing as they wrap their gifts for Dean and Cas and Cas, Dean, and Sam have a wrapping-paper fight while they all wrap their gifts for Gabriel. All in all, it ends pretty well.

That night, they all get drunk on heavily spiked eggnog and sing carols together and pass out in various states of undress in the living room together as While You Were Sleeping plays quietly on the TV behind them.

December 24th

It’s Gabriel jumping on his bed this time.

Sam buries his face deeper into the pillow and grabs the archangel by the ribcage, dragging him to one side and pinning him under Sam’s own long limbs.

“You, my good sir,” he announces without moving his face (which means his words are slightly muffled by his pillow), “are an asshole. For waking me up at seven in the am on Christmas Eve when you know I like to sleep in. For your transgression, you are now trapped.”

Gabriel laughs heartily and squirms, but doesn’t fight too hard, just kinda wriggles in the sheets until they’re suddenly lying practically chest-to-chest, basically cuddling, and oh. Shit. Right.

Sam had almost forgotten that that was the reason he was avoiding Gabe in the first place.

He smiles a little awkwardly and pulls away from him, trying not to look like he’s disappointed. He almost misses the way that Gabriel’s expression slams shut and most certainly does not miss the way his eyes follow him sadly as he stands up and walks over to his closet. “Well, congrats,” he says as cheerfully as he can. “You got me. I’m up. What did you want?”

He grabs a tank and a flannel and pulls them on over his bare chest, turning to look at Gabriel expectantly. The archangel just shrugs at him, and Sam scoffs and rolls his eyes.

“You’re tellin’ me that you woke me up for no reason?”

Gabriel nods, smirking widely now.

“I’m gonna get you, you son of a bitch,” Sam mutters, slipping his left arm through the flannel and then jumping onto the bed, on top of Gabriel, trapping him there with his whole body.

Gabriel is basically shrieking with laughter and Sam’s smiling genuinely because he always forgets how much fun they have together, and he swears to himself he’ll never avoid Gabriel again because it never gets him anywhere. All it does is make him miserable.

They roll around on Sam’s bed, wrestling and play fighting, and Sam’s still in his pajama pants and neither of them cares. Somehow it devolves into a tickle fight, because Gabriel��s always brought out the most childlike parts of Sam, and they’re both screaming by the time the person in the doorway clears his throat.

They freeze.

“Hey, Dean,” Sam mutters, trying to hide his face. Gabriel shoves his shoulder, forcing him to look up at his brother, who’s watching him with amusement concealed not at all.

“Havin’ fun, Sammy?” he asks. Sam doesn’t answer. He just stands up, off the bed, and brushes off his clothes.

“What’s up?”

“Cas bought burgers. For breakfast.” Dean seems extremely excited about this prospect. Sam laughs.

“Let me guess. He also bought you pie, your favorite pie, because he knows your simplistic, animal brain like the back of his hand and loves you more than anything in the universe. Right?”

Dean nods enthusiastically. “Yeah! Now c’mon, there’s somethin’ for everyone.”

Sam rolls his eyes fondly before following his brother out of his room, but he does feel guilty for leaving Gabriel there. However, Gabe jumps up and follows him instantly, so he doesn’t feel too bad.

His is a veggie burger with lettuce and tomato slices and cheese etc. etc. It’s exactly his kind of thing, and he smiles at and hugs Cas before he digs into it. Considering their family and the lives they’ve led, he doesn’t even think it’s weird to be eating burgers for breakfast anymore.

After breakfast, they all chill in the living room for a while. People say ‘evil never rests’, but apparently it does, at least for Christmas. Phineas and Ferb lied to Sam!

It starts snowing around 3pm, and Sam suppresses his groan when he sees it, because he knows Gabriel will go into full-on child mode and want to play in it, and he also knows that the stupid archangel will be so adorable that he’ll submit without complaint because he can never deny him anything.

And surely enough, Gabriel glances out the window, sees the white powder beginning to dust the streets, and grins wide enough to light up an entire city block. He turns to Dean, who’s also smiling huge, and Cas, who looks indifferent, and finally Sam, who forces enthusiasm he wouldn’t fake for anyone else because it’s Gabriel, and he just can’t.

Gabriel snaps them all up winter coats and gloves and hats and scarves until they’re wrapped so tightly that they’re barely mobile and they make their way out into the snow, and it’s immediately an Angels VS. Winchesters all-out no-hold-barred snowball fight. And somehow the fake enthusiasm becomes genuine, and Sam laughs with the rest of them and builds Dean a big mound of ice to hide behind and dumps snow down the back of Cas’ coat and hits Gabe in the crotch with a snowball. (He doesn’t feel it, immortal archangelic bastard.)

It takes them two hours to finally wear themselves out, and they go back inside for hot chocolate with (in Gabriel’s case) far too much whipped cream and definitely too many marshmallows. Dean cooks them up a nice, big-ass Christmas Eve dinner, promises even more on Christmas Day, and they eat together in the dining room like a real family, surrounded by candles and a fire crackling in the hearth.

(Cas insisted on both.)

After dinner they curl up on the couches again, and this time Gabe isn’t even trying to hide how clingy he is. He’s in dog mode now, jumping all over Sam and not even caring what Sam thinks of it. Dean and Cas are cuddling in the other armchair like the sickeningly adorable couple they are, but Gabriel can’t seem to stop moving. One minute he’s in Sam’s lap, the next he’s on his shoulders, then he’s laying across the whole couch with his head on Sam’s thighs.

(Sam doesn’t mind, and he hates that he doesn’t mind.)

Sam leaves the room before the end of act one of Die Hard because he knows if he stays he’s going to do something wrong.

December 25th

It’s Christmas morning, and Sam wakes up to White Christmas from- wait, is Cas singing?

He pulls on a pair of pajama pants and makes it halfway down the stairs before he nearly falls over, because Dean and Cas are singing a duet in the kitchen as they make the coffee cake, dancing together like fucking dorks and smiling softly at each other. Dean laughs at Cas at regular intervals and readjusts to show him how to do something, be it ‘the note is here’ or ‘no, the steps are like this’ or ‘hold the spoon like that’.

They’re so in love, and Sam is… Sam is jealous. He’s man enough to admit it. He wants that for himself, and he’ll probably never get it, because he’s a coward.

But he’s happy for them, too, because they deserve it after everything that’s happened to them.

They finish the coffee cake. Sam gets Gabriel up and makes alcoholic eggnog because that’s what they all need at 10am on Christmas morning. And then they do gifts.

Dean gets a lot of records and cassette tapes and DVDs of various things. Sam gets books upon books upon books, some books he asked for and a lot he didn’t but wanted anyway. Cas gets a ‘How to Be Human’ starter kit from both Sam and Dean, as well as a promise ring from Dean (goddammit, those two are too cute) and a portable DVD player from Sam, plus something special from Gabe he says he’ll give him later. Gabriel gets a photo album from Sam, because he said he wanted one. He claims to love it. He gets chocolate-covered cherries from Cas, and when he runs into the kitchen to put them into the fridge, Dean stops him on his way back.

“What’s up?” he asks, and Dean is quite obviously fighting back his smirk as he replies.

“Sammy, couldja go stand next to him?”

Sam is supposed to be the smart one. Sam is supposed to be the one who figures it all out and is always one step ahead… it’s Christmas, and he’s with his family, and there hasn’t been a case in a while, and everything feels too peaceful. He’s off his game.

So he walks right into the trap – literally, he supposes. He goes over to stand next to Gabriel, and when he turns back around, Cas has already left the room.

“My gift to Gabe is really a gift to you both,” Dean tells them. “Look up,” is all he adds before he disappears.

Sam and Gabriel look at each other dubiously before craning their necks to figure out what he’s talking about and-

Oh.

In the doorway, hanging from the frame above them, are a few green leaves. Sam cringes internally and wants to punch his brother in the face. And then he looks at Gabe.

Gabe looks… different than he has in a while. He looks more confident, more sure of himself, and Sam hadn’t thought that was possible, but apparently he is. “Samsquatch,” he says firmly, “if you’re gonna kiss me, then just kiss me already.”

So Sam does.

And when he has an archangel’s legs wrapped around his waist and an archangel’s hands in his hair and an archangel’s tongue practically shoving its way down his throat, he thinks maybe he won’t punch his brother in the face the next time he sees him, after all.

He’ll probably just punch him in the arm.

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raineynight713 · 4 years

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Ad Infinitum

Summary:The apocalypse will be started, one way or another, as Gabriel and Castiel learn. The demons have gotten what they wanted, and the hunters are helpless to stop the beginning of the end of the world. Luckily for them (and the world), they've got a friend in high places.

Pairing: Sam Winchester/Gabriel

Words: 2273

Read it on AO3

This is my gift to Julie for the Sabriel Secret Santa 2019! I hope you like it :)

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my-fanfiction-account · 4 years

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Just One More

Okay. I know, I know. I said the other one was for this, but there was a mix up and I have the request for @rainey! Enjoy!: Sam Winchester X Gabriel!

Changes: Gabriel isn't dead. And Sam and Gabe were able to settle down a little.

Warning: This is gonna be the fluffiest thing I have ever written. I mean it. They want fluffy, I'm going to make it as sickeningly sweet and Christmas-y as possible.

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Sam was baking, with the help of his archangel. Well 'help' isn't exactly the right word. Especially since he can't find the whip cream he had made. Well, he couldn't until he turned to ask his boyfriend for help and found it in his arms with him eating it.

"Gabriel! That was for the pie!" Sam said, with a voice of distress. Gabriel scooped up another spoonful with a playful smile.

"It's your fault-" Gabriel started before slinging the spoon to gesture at Sam, only to hit Sam's shirt with whipped cream. Sam pressed his lips together and looked back at Gabriel. Sam grabbed a handful of powdered sugar tossing it at the angel as Gabriel threw the bowl and spoon onto the counter. He didn't even reach the edge of the of the tile before Sam lopped an arm round hips hips and dragged Gabriel flush against him.

"Stop eating the food for the Christmas dinner!" Sam growled playfully as Gabriel squealed and giggled.

"Okay! Okay! I'll only taste test what you tell me to, let me go!" Gabriel pleaded. Sam relented and let the giggling Gabriel go with a smile.

"Clean up the sugar, please." Sam said. Gabriel pouted then snapped. Sam was please when he turned and didn't see a massive cloud of powdered sugar settling behind him. Sam grabbed his phone and turned on Jingle Bell Rock to play in the background while he tried to salvage the whipped cream. There was a ding from the oven. So Sam checked the cookies. Satisfied by their consistency, he pulled them out.

"They are done yet." Sam said as soon as he felt Gabriel behind him. He smirked as he got a huff. He placed the pies in the fridge and started decorating the gingerbread cookies. "Try this, tell me if it tastes good or bad." Sam said as he began making the danish butter cookie batter.

"It tastes really good." Gabriel said around a mouthful of cookie. Sam smirked to himself before swatting a hand away from the decorated cookies. "Sam! Please?" Gabriel begged. Sam huffed and rolled his eyes before handing the cookie to Gbariel without looking. He didn't need to look to see the pouty face. He did have to swat a hand away again just as he completed the batter. "Please! Just one more!" Gabriel whined.

"No! You'll eat all the cookies!" Sam said turning to face his boyfriend. Gabriel stuck out his bottom lip like he was about to cry. "No! Just magic ups some cookies for you to eat!" Sam said. Gabriel huffed and stared at the cookies behind Sam.

"But I like your cookies better!" Gabriel pleaded. He honestly clasped both his hands in front of his chest begging. "Please! I need them! I'm going to die!" Gabriel said dramatically. Sam let his head fall back and groaned.

"You are too dramatic for your own good! Fine take the gingerbread cookies but you touch nothing else." Sam said. Gabriel giggled excitedly and snatched the plate of cookies, before hopping onto the counter. Sam shook his head as he watched Gabriel with a smile. He walked for to Gabriel. Gabriel set the cookies down and threw his arms around the back of Sam's neck. Sam grabbed his waist as Gabriel gave him a sugary kiss.

"Thank you. I knew you loved me." Gabriel said. Sam pulled him back into a kiss to stifle his own laughter. He truly couldn't deny Gabriel anything for long. Sam pulled back and continued baking as Gabriel watched him happily munching on cookies. As soon as Sam put the final final dish in the fridge he turned to clean up the mess. It was gone and Gabriel was still on the counter. Sam smiled.

"Thank you. I knew you loved me." Sam teased and walked over to Gabriel. Gabriel chuckled as Sam helped him down. It wasn't intentional that Sam fell asleep watching Polar Express, cuddled up to Gabriel, but he certainly didn't regret it. He also loved waking up to Gabriel kissing him. Gabriel pulled back with a smile.

"Dean and Cassie will be here in an hour, babe thought you would want to know." Gabriel said. Sam stretched and yawned as he got off the couch.

"Thanks, I'll go get ready-" Sam started but paused as a strange sensation covered his body. He looked down. He was out of his plaid shirt and jeans and into a Christmas sweater with little angels on it and black slacks. Sam grinned at Gabriel. Gabriel had a Christmas sweater that had little moose all over it. Sam pulled him into another kiss as a knock came to the door. Sam groaned and sighed. "I thought you said an hour." Sam said softly. Gabriel pouted.

"They came early." Gabriel said. Sam nodded towards the door and went back into the kitchen. Sam checked the goose and smirked. Gabriel had taken care of it. Sam began setting the table as Gabriel came in with a cookie tub. Gabriel gave him a look. "Dean and Cassie made gingerbread cookies." Gabriel stated. Sam shrugged.

"I know you always make sure no one else is making gingerbread cookies if you make them. Because of last time." Gabriel said. Sam took a deep breath remembering it. There were at least a hundred gingerbread cookies. It was a nightmare. Still Sam shrugged like he had made an honest mistake. "Thanks, sweetie." Gabriel said and kissed Sam's cheek before storing the cookie s in the fridge. Sam let the big dimpled grin shine through. All of those cookies had been for Gabriel from the very beginning.

#sabrielsecretsanta2019 #sabriel #sabriel secret santa #sam winchester #Gabriel #Christmas #fluffy

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sunnymeddows · 4 years

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So InkAtHeart wrote me the CUTEST fic for the @sabrielevents Sabriel Secret Santa!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!

#sabrielsecretsanta2019 #sabriel secret santa 2019 #sabriel #sambriel #sabriel fluff #sambriel fluff #sam #gabe #sam winchester #gabriel #inkatheart

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sabrielevents · 4 years

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Queue set up!

Apologies for the delays in reblogs, it’s been a busy time of year for the admins and we’re catching up!

If you haven’t heard from your secret santa yet, please let us know and we’ll find out what’s happening. Either send us an ask, or if you want to speak to one of us individually, you can contact @archangelt-rickster via DM. (I’m also t-rickster#7777 on Discord if you wanna get a hold of me that way).

We hope everyone’s enjoyed the event! There are still a couple to be posted that we’re aware of already (and they are in the works - we’ve contacted the gifters/pinch-hitters already), but please let us know if you’re missing a gift!

EDIT: Also! Please let us know if we’ve missed a reblog. There are still a couple in our queue but if we’ve missed you, just send us the link and we’ll reblog it!

#sabrielsecretsanta2019 #mod:amie

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sabrielholidayexchange · 5 years

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Hey guys! We got more votes for secret santa, so here we go! I’m super excited about this and I hope everyone else is too!

What is the Sabriel Secret Santa?

It’s pretty much just a Secret Santa but for fanart/fanfic. Participants sign-up with a list of three holiday wishes that they’d like to see in a piece of either fanfic or fanart, one of which will be anonymously gifted to them by another participant, and, in turn gift another participant with one of the wishes from their list. Everybody gives a gift, and everybody receives a gift, all of it anonymous until it’s time to turn the presents in!

This Exchange is open to fanartists and fanfic authors and is centered around Sabriel. Sign-ups are OPEN from NOW until November 30th of 2019. Gift-assignments are set to go out the first week of December..

Gifts will be due/posted between December 26th-31st. Extensions may be available closer to the time depending on whether pinch-hitters need to step in and/or public outcry.

Please Read The Rules before Signing Up. They can be found here.

If you would like to participate:

reblog this post: the more, the merrier

fill out this form

follow @sabrielholidayexchange

You can join until the November 30th, 2019 & I will send you a message/ask telling you who your ‘secret santa’ is.

I’m super super excited and I hope a lot of people decide to participate!

#sabriel #samgabe #sabrielholidayexchange2019 #sabrielsecretsanta2019

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ao3feed-destiel · 4 years

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Bring Me a Man This Christmas

Read it on AO3 here!https://ift.tt/36N3kW6

by CrowleyLovesUSUK

Since the beginning of their relationship, three years prior, Gabriel Novak has always known that he wanted to marry Sam Winchester. He has the ring, and now he has the perfect opportunity to ask the most important question of his life. On a holiday vacation to the mountains of Colorado, Gabriel plans to propose to his boyfriend. However, when things don’t go as planned, will he still be able to pull off the Christmas Engagement that he’s been dreaming of?

Words: 7982, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Supernatural

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Gabriel (Supernatural), Sam Winchester, Castiel, Dean Winchester

Relationships: Gabriel/Sam Winchester, Castiel/Dean Winchester

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Holidays, Christmas, Christmas Fluff, SabrielSecretSanta2019, Misunderstandings, Mistletoe, Marriage Proposal, Snowed In, Colorado, The Destiel is minor, Sabriel - Freeform, Destiel - Freeform, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, I'm Not Kidding There Is a LOT of Fluff Here

Link: https://ift.tt/36N3kW6

#ao3feed #ao3feed destiel #destiel

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ao3feedsabrielnodestiel · 4 years

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Bring Me a Man This Christmas

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/36N3kW6

by CrowleyLovesUSUK

Words: 7982, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Supernatural

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Gabriel (Supernatural), Sam Winchester, Castiel, Dean Winchester

Relationships: Gabriel/Sam Winchester, Castiel/Dean Winchester

#IFTTT #ao3feed #Supernatural

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ao3feed--destiel · 4 years

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by CrowleyLovesUSUK

Words: 7982, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Supernatural

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Gabriel (Supernatural), Sam Winchester, Castiel, Dean Winchester

Relationships: Gabriel/Sam Winchester, Castiel/Dean Winchester

via AO3 works tagged 'Castiel/Dean Winchester'

#IFTTT #AO3 works tagged 'Castiel/Dean Winchester'

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ao3feed-castiel · 4 years

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Bring Me a Man This Christmas

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/36N3kW6

by CrowleyLovesUSUK

Words: 7982, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Supernatural

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Gabriel (Supernatural), Sam Winchester, Castiel, Dean Winchester

Relationships: Gabriel/Sam Winchester, Castiel/Dean Winchester

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/36N3kW6

#IFTTT #cas #castiel #spn #supernatural #ao3feed

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my-fanfiction-account · 4 years

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Tis The Season

Hello! I signed up for a thing, forgot about it, and can't get a hold of the request! I hope this is what you wanted. I had three other Sabriel Winter fics, but I apparently wrote those for someone else, so here is what I could crank out in 24-hours. (And I know, I know, the Disarmingly Close is almost ready.) This is for the secret Sabriel Secret Santa: Sam Winchester/Gabriel

Changes: Sam was in the military instead of going to college, relationship already exist, and Gabriel is still archangel.

Warnings: Mentions of nightmares/PTSD/past truma, a little angsty, a lot fluffy

Different Kind Of Warning: This is based on what my therapist told me, it won't work for everyone, and what your therapist/doctor says goes. I'm not trained, merely a sufferer.

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Sam had been over seas and he honestly couldn't say it was any better than fighting monsters. Werewolves were bad, but so was mortar fire. Sometimes, especially when he was stressed, the nightmares would come back. They never went away but at least they weren't *bad*.

This time he was sure it was because he had psyched himself out on making this Christmas good. He had a chance to do it right and then he realized he didn't know how. No, he shouldn't have gone to bed without talking to Gabriel about it. Did he learn his lesson? Only time can tell. Could he change that now? No.

Sam gasped awake feeling someone grabbing him. Sam grappled with the figure for a moment before they snapped their fingers. The lights came on, Sam froze, and Christmas music flooded into his ears as he was finally understanding the world around him. Sam blinked as he recognized those whiskey gold eyes. Relief flooded into him.

"Sam, it's okay, it's okay, you aren't in danger." Gabriel said softly grabbing on of Sam's defensively held up hands. Gabriel internally sighed as the tension fell from Sam. Sam nodded and pulled Gabriel into a hug. Gabriel squeezed back.

"I could fix it, Sam. I really could. You wouldn't see the difference than if you had worked it out yourself. I could make this all go away." Gabriel offered yet again as he pulled back to look at Sam. Sam took a deep breath and shook his head, seeming a little far away.

"No, I want to work through this, I know I can." Sam said, almost lost in thought. Gabriel sighed and snapped his fingers again holding out a hand. Sam was brought back to the world around him with coco.

"Sam, stay with me. Come on. I have a puzzle we can do." Gabriel said holding out the hot coco to Sam and rubbing his face. Sam smiled softly and got up for the day. Gabriel took him into their small kitchen and brought out a puzzle bag from the counter, setting it down on the table. Sam raised his eyebrows.

"You want to do an a thousand piece puzzle?" Sam asked picking up the almost hidden box from behind where Gabriel had stashed the puzzle pieces. Gabriel smiled and nodded. "Gabe, this is going to take forever!" Sam chuckled in shock.

"No, it can't take that long and puzzles are fun! Plus it's good for the mind!" Gabriel said. That's what got Sam's attention. Gabriel took care of him, yes. Wanted him both happy and healthy, yes. But he never focused on it being healthy unless he was hiding something. And then another thought sprung to Sam's mind.

"You hate puzzles... and this would take a week at least." Sam said with a furrowed brow. The guilty look gave everything away and Sam couldn't help the dimpled grin. "So you did read up on PTSD?" Sam asked. Gabriel nodded with a sigh.

"If I can't help you my way, I'm not going to sit back and watch. I want to help you on your terms." Gabriel said. Sam nodded and watched as Gabriel stared at the hundreds of pieces in the puzzle bag. "Which one is the one that takes you about three hours?" Gabriel asked. Sam chuckled and shook his head.

"How about we go buy decorations and decorate the this place?" Sam asked as he took the puzzle from Gabriel. Gabriel gave him a cautious look.

"Can you take going to the store?" Gabriel asked. Sam thought about it. Probably not but he would for Gabriel to get a good Christmas experience. "Sam, I can just make them and get can go later if I miss anything. You can't push yourself too hard." Gabriel said before Sam had said anything. Sam sighed.

"Fine, but we are hand decorating." Sam said with a small smile as he grabbed Gabriel's waist, drawing him closer. Gabriel beamed at him and snapped his fingers. Sam glanced at the decorations, Gabriel had boxed them by room. "I'll go high..." Sam trailed.

"I'll go low and we'll meet at the tree." Gabriel said. Sam and Gabriel both grabbed a box. Sam started with golden garlands hanging at the very top of the wall. Gabriel started with putting red poinsettias in the windows and on the tables. Sam was glad with the red and gold. It made it feel warm. Sam ended with a wreath on the front door. Gabriel ended with placing the tree skirt down around the first section of the fake tree.

"Why a fake tree?" Sam asked. Gabriel tensed for a moment, almost for only a blink of an eye, but Sam caught it.

"Less clean up." Gabriel said. Sam sighed and nodded knowing that was a load of bull. Gabriel would tell him eventually. Sam nodded, as he picked up a box. He heard what sounded like Christmastime off key, just a little. Gabriel's face went playful and then carefully blank. Sam's shoulders dropped as a fake bomb sound played.

"Gabriel, change the song." Sam said flatly. Gabriel began humming. Sam rolled his eyes. "Gabe, that isn't a good Christmas song." Sam said. Gabriel pretended to be innocent as he put on the second half of the tree.

"The first word in the title is Christmas. It's a Christmas song. It counts." Gabriel said. Sam rolled his eyes harder and began fluffing the tree.

"Yeah, the rest of the title is 'At Ground Zero', Gabe!" Sam said. Gabriel didn't say anything in response. As Sam brought out the lights for the tree. He noticed Gabe grinning at Sam. Sam paused and realized he had been humming to it.

"Ha! You like the song!" Gabriel said. Sam huffed and rolled his eyes.

"It's an objectively funny song, but... fine I like the song but how can it fit with Christmas?" Sam asked. Gabriel smirked triumphantly then it dropped and Gabriel gave him a serious look.

"I thought the whole appeal of Christmas was that everyone did it in their own way? I mean there are some almost universal stuff like old guy with a beard, infuriating lights, and spending time with loved ones, but everyone celebrates differently. Even not doing anything isn't doing Christmas wrong. I won't judge you for this song. Humans and archangels don't fit, yet here we are. I think it's safe to say that nothing will fit and therefore everything fits, as long as we want it to." Gabriel said. Sam nodded after thinking on his words. The song was over now and it was playing jingle bell rock.

"Okay, fine. It's a loud. Die Hard still isn't a Christmas movie." Sam said lightening the mood back up. Gabriel gasped like Sam had threatened to never let him have candy again.

"Fine, you heathen." Gabriel said and they laughed it out. The tree was decorated with red and gold like the rest of the appartment. Gabriel pulled out the tree topper and Sam scoffed at him.

"No. I want an angel on top of the tree." Sam whined. Gabriel gave him a glare and a huff. Sam crossed his arms, not willing to budge on this.

"No. If you want an angel up there, you'll have to go pick one up and put it up there all by yourself." Gabriel said. Sam almost couldn't stop the grin that wanted to form.

"Well, I've ever had any trouble with you so far." Sam said. For a moment Gabriel just stared at him. The moment realization hit Gabriel, Sam grabbed him and lifted him like he was going to put him on the tree. Gabriel (deffinetly not a squeaker) cried out and laughed.

"Sam! If you don't put me down I'll never talk to you again!" Gabriel deffinetly did not squeak out. Sam laughed loudly and set him down with a pout.

"Why wouldn't I want the most beautiful angel on the tree?" Sam teased as he pulled Gabriel to him, not letting him run. Gabriel laced his fingers around the back of Sam's head and pulled him into a kiss.

"The only thing I want inside my ass is you, Samsquatch." Gabriel said softly into Sam's ear. Sam pulled back a little.

"I was trying to be sweet, Gabe!" Sam groaned. Gabe chucked and coyly began backing away as he pulled a sucker from thin air before putting it in his mouth. Gabriel held out his arms as if asking 'what can you do'.

"I made it better. It's not my fault you don't find my ass as sweet as other people do." Gabriel said teasingly. Sam got a dark look in his eyes and launched himself at Gabriel, who promptly ran as he giggled.

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