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snarkymonkeyprime · 3 years

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Since I’m firmly entrench in destiel once again, I’ll be brining this fic back as well. I never did settle on a title for it. *ponders*

Anyway, Dean and Cas are rival bakers in the same town and secretly pining. Gabe and Sam hatch SHENANIGANS.

“Hey, Sam! You delivering yet or can I start using you as a coat rack?”

Sam stacked the boxes of pies in the back of the van, securing them as best as he could. He glared around the side of the door. "I’m five feet from you, asshole. Stop shouting.“

Dean grinned. "Oh, good. You can hear.” He trotted out the side door of the bakery, carrying a large cake box. "Last one. Any get messed up, I’m kicking your ass from here to India.“

Bastard, Sam though. He smiled bitterly. "You do this every time, Dean. I’ve delivered for you for what? Five years? Have a messed up one yet?”

Dean scruffed Sam’s hair, cackling when he swatted his older brother away. "And don’t eat the product, Gargantua.“

Scowling, Sam straightened his shirt. "I hate you and everything you stand for,” he said quietly.

Still grinning, Dean ran a hand through his hair, leaving streaks of flour and frosting along his forehead. "This one’s important. It’s the first time a chain store’s picked up my stuff.“

"Puts you right alongside Castiel now, doesn’t it?” Sam prodded with a smirk.

At the name of the cross-town baker, Dean first paled and then blushed. "Like I give a shit what the guy sells. Or where he sells it.“ His jaw tightened. "Whatever. Just…shut up.”

Sam grinned, shutting the van doors and moving to the driver’s side. "You want me to pick up more eclairs while I’m there?“

Shifting like a guilty toddler, Dean muttered, "Five this time,” before darting back into the bakery.

Sam snickered, pulling himself into the driver’s seat. He sighed, dropping the visor to find an old picture of he and Jo and Dean, with Dean doing his usual mugging in the background. "One of these days, Dean,“ he muttered, starting the van, "you need to quit hiding.” He snorted, pulling out onto the street. "Like you’re really hiding anything, you idiot.“ He whistled to himself as he drove off, affectionate amusement keeping him company on the drive to the grocery store.

Sam parked the van in one of the few open street spots and got out, still whistling. He waved to Gabriel where he sat on a nearby bench, a familiar pink box at his hip.

He unlocked the back door and pulled out two pies: one apple and the other marionberry. Without a word, Gabriel held out a fistful of dollars.

“Do you think they’ll ever figure it out?” Sam asked, setting the pies down before fishing out a few bills from his own pocket. He made the exchange and picked up the box of eclairs.

Gabriel snorted. "Seriously? You think my cousin even understands what attraction means?“ He snickered. "The idiot. He moons over these damn pies when he thinks no one’s looking. I mean, yesterday, he finished off that peach pie your brother tried out? I thought the poor idiot would burst into tears.”

Glancing at his watch, Sam realized he still had some time before he had to make his delivery to the market. He sat down beside Gabriel, setting the eclair box across his legs. "Same. Dean acts like Castiel’s nothing to him but I swear he can’t go a day without these.“ He drummed his fingers on the box, pursing his lips. "I say we lock them in a closet until they figure it out.”

Chuckling, Gabriel shook his head. "Good God; I’ve never met a more blind pair.“ He ran a hand through his shaggy hair and commented, "Think we should step in finally? Show them the error of their ways?”

“Jo thinks so.”

Gabriel grinned, making Sam’s heart stutter. "I like Jo. I've always liked that little minx.“

Sam smiled and looked toward the van. “But I hate meddling with Dean’s life. He gets really … pissy.”

“Look up that word in the dictionary you’ll find his picture,” Gabriel muttered. He patted Sam on the shoulder. “Look at it this way; if we don’t do something soon, these two idiots are going to pine over each other through baked goods until they’re both diabetic.” Gabriel wagged a finger. "We’re doing them a favor by pushing the issue. You’ll see.“

It would be nice, actually. Dean had been running at full bore since he was about sixteen. Working as many jobs as he could manage while watching the house and Sam and John. Putting himself through culinary school. Opening the bakery. Handling the marketing. Hell, he doubted his brother even slept at this point. Was it so wrong to try and get him to see a good thing when he barely had a moment to breathe?

It wasn’t like Dean hated Castiel. Whenever they did interact, he was as friendly as anyone. Castiel’s specialty was usually with pastries and foreign desserts. Best baklava Sam had ever had. And Dean had stuck to more traditional fare like cakes and pies. Both did very well in their small town. Rarely competed except at the county fair. But lately, Sam had noticed the lingering gazes Dean sent Castiel’s way whenever possible. And he hadn’t been blind to the shy looks Castiel gave his brother when Dean wasn’t looking.

Sam sighed and nodded. "All right. If you promise Dean won’t try to neuter me, I say we do it.”

“Thank God.” Gabriel stood up, hefting the pies. "If I have to see him moon over one more pie, I will strip him naked and ship him to Dean.“ With a wink, Gabriel saluted Sam and sauntered off.

Shaking his head, Sam rose and returned to his van, setting the eclairs down gently on the seat beside him. He waved again at Gabriel as he slipped into his car. That was the other thing. If he got Castiel and Dean to admit their own attraction, it meant that Sam might be able to do the same with regards to Gabriel. Maybe. Jo had been pushing him to admit his crush for the past few months, careful not to mention it around Dean since Dean and Gabriel – friends or not – tended to snipe at each other seconds after exchanging hellos.

Kind of hypocritical that he was goading Dean and he couldn’t do it either. He pulled a face as he started the van. To be fair, he wanted Dean and Castiel together in order to soften the blow of his own attempts.

Still, he had to wonder if this was the best course of action. Dean never did like it when Sam tried to help him; even if it was just getting him to ask a guy out. So, this was either the best idea he’d had or the worst. “Probably the worst,” he muttered as he started the van. "But I can’t have a geriatric sibling stuffing himself with eclairs until he dies.“

#destiel #sabriel #rival bakers!au #destiel!au #spn fic #deancas #samgabe

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gayliensav · 4 years

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#sabriel #sam x gabriel #samgabe #samgabriel #sam winchester #gabriel spn #my edits #this song is so them i cant i have no skills someone pls make a video

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havenoffandoms · 5 years

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Still fighting...

Gabriel is tired...

He tried fighting the empty, but he is oh so tired.

He does not have the strength to carry on anymore. He wants to go to sleep, and never wake up. He wants to give in....

Until he hears someone enter his space. At first, Gabriel believes it is his double who is coming to taunt him once again. He is ready to tell the Empty that he wants to go to sleep. He is ready to go to sleep.

It is not the Empty. It is Jack the Nephilim. Jack, his nephew. What is he doing here? How is he here? The Winchesters, they must have failed at keeping him safe.

He thinks he can hear Jack speak to him. His voice sounds distant somehow. Like he is talking through a glass panel. Gabriel is struggling to hear, but he can make out a form. Just a silhouette, which becomes clearer and clearer with each second.

Jack is still talking, but Gabriel cannot make out any words. Once Jack comes into focus, all Gabriel can see is how his nephew moves his arms in an agitated manner and his lips moving as he speaks too quickly for Gabriel to follow. Gabriel is trying. He’s trying so hard.

Suddenly, Gabriel can make out something.

Sam.... Sam... Sam...

Sam! Jack is talking about Sam.

With that, Gabriel stands up and out of the corner of his eyes, he makes out his double. The Empty is trying to keep him from getting back to Sam. No one keeps him from going back to Sam. Not when Sam needs him.

“Dean and Sam, they need you, uncle Gabe. Please; you need to stay awake and fight. Please...”

“Don’t you worry kiddo,” Gabriel tells his nephew as he raises his hand at his double, “I won’t fail you or Sam this time.”

#supernatural #supernatural fic #spn season 14 #season 14 spoilers #Sam Winchester #jack kline #gabriel #sam x gabriel #samgabe #Gabe x Sam #gabesam #sabriel fic #sabriel fluff #uncle gabe #uncle gabriel #the empty #jared padalecki #richard speight jr #rsj

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hanneswrites · 5 years

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gotta go back in time

Pairings: Gabriel/Sam Winchester

Rating: T

Word Count: 365

Summary/Tags: A witch sends Sam back in time & he meets someone he thought he'd never see again. || Past, but Established Sam/Gabriel, Accidental Time Travel, Episode: s02e18 Tall Tales

Written for @gabriel-spn-bingo Square filled: Time Travel.

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Sam groaned as he picked himself up from the floor, his wrist stinging as he put pressure on it - probably a strain, hopefully not a break. He blinked, realized that he was no longer in a warehouse, and the witch that had been less than three feet from him was gone as well. There was speckled linoleum beneath his fingers and as Sam took a look around, he noticed he was in a hallway that looked oddly familiar. He remembered this - the tan brick walls, the old wooden display cases, the stairway at the end of the corridor, and as he turned, he heard the telltale sound of a spring-lock door opening behind him.

And then? A fond click of a tongue and an all-too-familiar voice called out to him, “Did you get lost there, detective?” Sam’s heart was in his throat in an instant.

"Gabe?" Sam whispered, turning and moving toward him faster than he probably should have, with his head still spinning from being knocked around by that witch. But it’s Gabriel , here, now, right in front of him, and Sam couldn’t help but reach out for him as he stumbled closer. Gabriel took a step back, his eyes wide and his trademark grin quickly transformed into a frightened scowl. He was wearing a navy jumpsuit, his hair shorter than the last time Sam had seen him, but that didn’t matter now.

"What?" Gabriel breathed, taking another step back, but Sam had him, his fingers closing around his wrist. Sam pulled him close, his face buried in Gabriel's hair the instant they made contact. And it only occurred to him moments later, how strange the situation was. How he'd been in a warehouse minutes before, and yet now he stood in a university corridor, his dead lover cradled in his arms. And he remembered, then, why this place looked so familiar. He looked down, his heart still pounding in his throat, expecting to see a demon, a ghost, or some eldritch monstrosity in place of where Gabriel had just been. Instead, Gabriel threw him, quite literally, into a wall, and all Sam heard before he blacked out was the sound of snapping fingers.

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#sabriel #samgabe #gabriel bingo #gabriel bingo 2019 #gabrielbingo2019 #spn fanfic #hanneswrites #ficlets #under 1k

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joeyhazell-art · 5 years

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🌈👼 This one was for @goddessoffanfic of good ol’ Team Free Will 👼🌈

It’s almost June and that means Pride Month!

I’m going to be doing a pride sale again, I will have a proper post advertising it up soon with all the details!

(Like this? Consider commissioning me, $10 Pride sale on all June!)

(See more of my pride drawings here!)

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holydean · 6 years

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a quick sabriel sketch commission for @pansexualgabriel !! my heart soars for two soft boys

#benji draws things #sabriel #samgabriel #samgabe #so much art in the past few days! feelin so productive

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sabrielcc · 5 years

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Sabriel Creations Challenge - August 2019 - ROUND 4

Hi there, everyone! Welcome to the fourth round of the Sabriel Creations Challenge! This challenge is open to a wide variety creations, the only stipulation is that the creation has to be centered around Sam Winchester & Gabriel from Supernatural. For this month, the general prompt is Songs/Song Lyrics.

What’s a Creations Challenge?

It’s a monthly challenge that encourages the creation of fanworks for a certain topic/ship/character.

How to Enter:

Reblog this post by AUGUST 1st.

Send me an ask or direct message saying “participating for August + what you’ll be making” (i.e. fanart, graphics, fanfic).

For this round, feel free to send me a genre of music or a band you like!

If you don’t receive a reply of some kind within two days, message me again. I likely did not receive your last message.

I will probably contact you via tumblr DMs unless you tell me in your initial message that’d you’d like me to contact you some other way.

Please look at the rules.

What Happens Next:

I will reply to your message with your prompt.

The deadline for this round will be AUGUST 25th.

Tag your creation with #sabrielcc within the first five tags.

Tag the blog or DM me saying your creation has been posted.

If you find yourself unable to post on time, send me a message as soon as possible.

Additional Information:

Your creation will be reblogged to the challenge blog.

There are no winners or losers, this is purely for fun & to show our love of these adorable cuties.

If you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to ask!

For more information, please check out the blog.

#sabriel #samgabe #sabrielcc #r4 #entry post #admin.txt

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pansexualgabriel · 5 years

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sabriel au where gabriel is loki, has been for centuries, and sam is a reincarnation of sigyn

#i lov them #hannes.txt #sabriel #samgabe

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supernatural4life2022 · 2 years

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Masterlist

Til Death Tears Us Apart

The Detective

Oneshots

#masterlist #supernatural #destiel #sabriel #castiel #dean winchester #dean #deancas #spn #cas and dean #fanfic #sam #sam winchester #sam and gabriel #gabriel #samgabe

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sociableliss · 4 years

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A love post for Sam Winchester ❤️

[I have a craze for long-haired guys :)]

#supernatural #richard speight jr #soulmate #sammy #sam #sam winchester #samedit #sabriel #samgabe #sam and dean

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lavendersblues · 5 years

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Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Supernatural Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Gabriel/Sam Winchester Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Gabriel (Supernatural), Jack Kline, Mary Winchester, Apocalypseverse Bobby Singer, Rowena MacLeod, Original Male Character(s), Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Time Travel, Kid Fic, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Unresolved Romantic Tension, Resolved Romantic Tension, First Kiss, Implied Sexual Content, Past Rowena/Gabriel, Nephilim, angels are still the bad guys, and cthulhu is now a thing, Canon Compliant through 13x22, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Alternate Season/Series 14 Summary:

“Woah, hold up! Future? They’re from the future?! When did our lives turn into the Back to the Future trilogy? First dad’s old man from 1950 and now some pup kids from…” Dean squinted as if trying to asses the year the pair were from by their clothing but they had arrived in nondescript plaid and denim, and now dressed in clothing snapped up by Gabriel, they looked even more plain and ordinary.

“2042,” the girl added in a grating sing-song voice.

“2042? That’s not a real year!” Dean protested, throwing his hands up.

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Jack opens a cupboard in the bunker one morning, and a pair of oddly familiar teenagers fall out - who bring not only secrets that change both Dean and Sam's perspectives, but also another world of trouble.

#reminder that i wrote a thing #destiel #deancas #sabriel #samgabe

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thetricksterwithwings · 5 years

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sabriel with 18, 70, and 122? that'll make the ultimate angst fest

87 years later and I’m finally getting around to this. I am so sorry.

Prompts used: #18 ‘So I just realised…I’ve been shot.’, #70 ‘You’re okay. Breathe, just breathe. Open Your eyes, come back. It’s ok, it’s over now. You’re okay. Wake up. Please don’t do this to me. Don’t do this to me,I love you so fucking much. Come back.’ & #25 “All that blood looks good on you. It really brings out your eyes.”(Because I couldn’t find a #122??)

This actually ended up at around 2K words so I’ll include an Ao3 link if that makes it an easier read: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18172193

It was on the way out of a warehouse where a hunt had gone awry that Sam noticed Gabriel lagging behind the group as they made their way to their cars.

Cas and Dean had taken the lead with himself and Jack following close behind them, Gabriel the last out because he’d dropped his blade somewhere and was searching for it.

When it had taken longer than Sam expected it would be turned around to go back but saw Gabriel come out of the door and towards them. He gave the archangel a small wave before he started walking towards the group, which he returned, but something seemed off.

‘Hey, Jack, why don’t you run ahead to Dean and Cas for a minute? I just wanna talk to Gabriel for a sec.’ Jack looked a little confused but shrugged and picked up his pace, leaving Sam to stand and wait for the archangel to catch up to him.

When it became evident that Gabriel was actually struggling to walk Sam frowned and headed in his direction. The sun was almost set and there were no streetlights to illuminate the parking lot for the warehouse so everything was quickly becoming gloomy and grey. If Sam wasn’t so worried he’d probably laugh at the sight of Gabriel stumbling towards him like a zombie in a bad movie.

‘Gabriel?’ He called out as he reached hearing range. ‘Hey, you alright?’ No acknowledgment at all, not even a sign he’d been heard.

Up close the angel was looking pretty pale and Sam noticed him clutching his side and wincing. Sam sped up his pace to a jog to close the last few feet between them and stopped Gabriel with a hand on his shoulder.

Gabriel started and looked up at Sam first with confusion, then clarity. ‘Oh hey Sam, so I just realized…I’ve been shot. Funny right?’

Sam gaped at him in shock and looked to be revving up for a lecture, but before he could get anywhere with that plan Gabriel’s legs gave out and he started to fall to the ground.

If Sam hadn’t already had a grip on his shoulder he would’ve hit it, and hard. As it was Sam hadn’t even managed a proper catch, only to slow his fall and sort of guide him onto the wet gravel.

‘Okay, you’re alright just let me see.’ Sam reassured, trying to keep panic out of his voice. ‘Where are you hurt?’

As Gabriel fumbled with his jacket Sam yelled out for Dean and Cas. Gabriel wasn’t being quick enough with the whole ‘showing’ side of things so Sam soon took over and brushed his hands out of the way, with minimal protest.

The wound was on the right side of his torso, just under his ribs and almost opposite the scars from Fenrir’s attack. It was pretty bloody and Gabriel had been right, he’d definitely been shot. He hissed as Sam pressed down on it in an attempt to stop the blood and Sam was left to wonder why he was even being affected by a bullet.

In a sudden blur of tan and a crunch of gravel, Cas was kneeling on Gabriel’s other side. ‘Dean’s getting the car closer, what happened?’ The question was directed at Sam, but Gabriel answered anyway.

‘Got shot, not healing.’ Castiel grimaced and nodded.

‘Angel-killing bullets.’ Cas stated. ‘One of them grazed my leg, but he should be healing unless the bullet is still…’

Both Sam and Cas came to the conclusion at the same time. ‘Inside.’ Suddenly they were both looking at the entry hole like it would bite them.

‘Great, so get it out.’ Gabriel instructed, trying hard to sound like his normal self and failing pretty miserably.

‘We can’t, not here.’ Sam stated. ‘We don’t have anything other than a basic first-aid kit on hand, we weren’t counting on this kind of emergency. It was supposed to be an easy hunt.’

All three of them jerked their heads at the sudden sound of the Impala pulling up and Castiel rose to explain the situation to Dean and Jack. Sam stayed on the ground, attempting to get Gabriel into a sitting position.

‘You’re gonna be fine okay, just stay awake. Focus on me, alright?’ Sam muttered, still trying his best to apply pressure to the wound.

Whatever you say doc.’ Gabriel snarked, but there was no heat behind the words and his eyes were half-lidded as Sam wound an arm around his back to keep him relatively upright.

Everything was spinning and Gabriel just wanted to close his eyes, he wanted to rest.

‘No, seriously Gabriel, look at me, you are not doing this again.’ Sam shook him a little and Gabriel groaned but opened his eyes a little more.

‘It hurts Sam, why does it hurt?’ He paused and looked down at the blood seeping through Sam’s fingers. ‘It’s not supposed to hurt, I’m an angel.’

‘Angel bullets, now shut up; you’re wasting your energy. You can complain later when you’re safe.’ He wasn’t trying to be so harsh but he was worried and there just wasn’t enough time for any of this.

Dean broke away from the trio standing above them and got Sam’s attention. ‘Come on, let’s get him up, Cas is gonna knock him out for the ride home.’

Sam nodded and with Dean’s help, they hauled the half-conscious archangel into the backseat of the Impala, where Cas made him fully unconscious. Sam slid in next to him and laid his head in his lap. When Cas and Jack had made it to the second car and pulled up beside them they started off towards the bunker.

All Sam could think about on the ride home was the other times he’d seen Gabriel die. He hadn’t been happy about it, of course he hadn’t; but he hadn’t felt like this. Sitting in the back of the Impala with the angel spread out over him, possibly dying again, he realized this time it was different. He felt lightheaded and panicky, unable to calm himself down like he normally would to properly deal with a situation like this.

If he even dared to think about all the ‘what if’s’ tears sprang to his eyes so instead he just stared down at Gabriel’s face and watched his chest rise and fall. After ten minutes or so of just watching him, Sam came to another realization, and that fucked things up even more. He cared about Gabriel, cared more than he should. After all, at best Gabriel was a snarky S.O.B and at worst he was a total dick.

For all that had happened between them, Sam really should hate him. But he didn’t. And there was the fact that he was basically cradling him and weeping over him because he got a little bit shot.

Sam was screwed, but at least Gabriel wasn’t awake for him to see it. He just had to hope he would be awake again at a later date so Sam could share his findings.

Castiel’s angel knockout trick should have worn off hours ago, but Gabriel was still passed out on the bed of the spare room he’d claimed as his own. Sam was becoming increasingly worried, despite Cas’ reassurance that sometimes results may vary.

He left it another half hour before he got up to shut the door and pulled his chair up closer to the bed.

‘I don’t know if you can even hear me, but we got the bullet out. You’re okay now, you’re safe.’

No response. Cautiously he reached out and lightly shook Gabriel by the shoulder, anything to wake him. Angel’s didn’t even need sleep and the sleep Gabriel had fallen into was far too deep for Sam’s liking.

‘I know it’s a lot to ask but please? I just need to know you’re still in there. I’ve got something pretty funny to tell you when you wake up, you’ll probably laugh.’

Gabriel stirred a little and Sam got to his feet excitedly, leaning over the angel in anticipation.

‘You’re okay. Breathe, just breathe. Open your eyes, come back. It’s ok, it’s over now. You’re okay. Wake up.’ But nothing else happened, it had been just that, a stir.

Sam fell back into his chair, disheartened, and waited. At some point, he must have fallen asleep, because when he woke up there was a blanket over his shoulders and the bedside clock read 04:09.

He looked toward Gabriel hopefully but he hadn’t moved much and Sam doubted that Dean or Cas would’ve let him sleep through anything major.

Suddenly the unfairness of it all hit him, hard, and his eyes welled up with tears. It wasn’t fair, why did Dean to keep Cas while everyone Sam ever cared about died?

Jess’ death had caused a chain reaction that just led to sadness and pain every time Sam felt anything but platonic love towards anyone, and it was like the universe could tell the difference. Hell, it even picked out how he felt about Gabriel before he could even consider it himself.

He blinked back his tears and with a new resolve, he leaned in closer to the bed. He had a plan, a stupid one maybe, but it was all he could try.

He got off his chair and knelt next to the bed, propping his elbows up on the mattress and clasping his hands together. He self consciously blessed himself, then began whispering into the darkness.

‘Please Gabriel, don’t do this to me. Just don’t do this to me, not again, not you.’ He froze, tongue tripping over the almost foreign words and tears choking him up, but he had to get it out. Had to say it at least once if he was going to lose Gabriel too. ‘I love you so fucking much. I didn’t realize it til now, but I do. Come back, please. Amen.’

For a few seconds, nothing really happened. Then Gabriel’s eyes snapped open with the glow of grace and Sam stumbled back, reaching for the button to click the lamp on.

Gabriel sat up with a jolt, clutching at his side and Sam scrambled back into his chair, just staring.

When he had regained most of his posture and his breath, Gabriel looked Sam over with scrutiny. ‘All that blood looks good on you. It really brings out your eyes.’ He was trying for casual but it fell flat. He twisted his hands together in his lap, injury forgotten about and probably mostly healed by now. ‘No ones prayed to me in years, you know that? At least none that have gotten through. Maybe it came with giving up my position in Heaven.’

Sam didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know whether he should apologize and leave, or stay and listen to Gabriel’s ramblings.

While he was thinking it over Gabriel had finished talking and reverted to just looking at him with the same intensity as before.

‘Did you mean what you said?’ Gabriel asked. His voice was slower than usual, it held more weight. He was being serious.

‘I think I did.’ Sam hesitated.

‘You think, or you know?’ Gabriel pressed. ‘This isn’t a game, Sam.’

‘I think I know, or it’s hidden deep down in my subconscious, or you’re screwing with my head. Whatever it is, it’s new and I need some time to figure out the specifics of it. But I think I know I meant it. It doesn’t seem like the kind of thing I’d say if I didn’t.’

Gabriel shook his head. ‘No, I guess it doesn’t.’ He’d gone quiet, a stark contrast to his bold tone a moment ago when he was trying to get a confession out of the hunter.

Sam noticed the change in demeanor, and without really thinking too deeply about it switched his seating arrangement from the chair to the edge of the bed.

‘Hey what are you doing?!’ Gabriel squawked, tilting towards him as the mattress dipped.

‘Figuring it out.’ Sam said, closing the now minuscule distance between them and kissing the confused angel softly.

He pulled away after a second, wary that consent was necessary in these situations, but he didn’t get very far before a hand slid up to tangle into his hair and hold him in place. And that was all the encouragement he needed.

#sabriel #sam winchester #gabriel #kez writes #writing prompts #87 years later i actually do what i said i would and answer my asks #i am actually so sorry about this #supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural ships #spn #samgabe

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