Fic: Pandas in Captivity
Title: Pandas in Captivity
Author: discreetmath
Rating: PG
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Gabriel, background Dean/Castiel
Spoilers: None, as long as you know who Gabriel is.
Warnings: None
Word Count: 1800
Summary: Sam finds himself stuck in a room with Gabriel, and it’s all Dean’s fault. He doesn’t know what’s more annoying: Gabriel himself, or the fact that Sam doesn’t actually mind all that much.
A/N: Betaed by haughtymelodic.
Disclaimer: Characters and anything else recognizable do not belong to me. I'm just borrowing them.
Sam should know by now that even the most innocuous bits of good fortune can come back to bite him in the ass. He and Dean had just wrapped up a haunting in an upscale hotel in St. Louis, and the owner was grateful enough to offer them the presidential suite for the remainder of the week. They hadn't had anywhere pressing to be, and they decided that a few days of laying low in style couldn't hurt. The suite is seriously nice, too. It's got two bedrooms, a bathroom, and a kitchenette, all of which open off of the main living room. It's not very often they get to stay in places like this, so they've been taking full advantage of it.
Sam had set out this morning with the intention of doing some sightseeing in the city. He’d invited Dean along but gotten a quick dismissal, as expected. His brother had grumbled something about going to take a tour of the Anheuser-Busch brewery later, and then he’d gone back to bed. By the time Sam had walked the few blocks to the Gateway Arch, though, the sky was dark with impending rain and a lack of sleep had him feeling the beginnings of a headache. So he’d gone back to the hotel, shut himself in his room, and gone back to sleep for a few hours.
Which brings him to the situation at present. He’s still half asleep, but he’s aware of low voices coming from the next room. He slides out of bed and cautiously makes his way the door, where he can hear Dean’s muffled voice.
“It’s okay. Sam won’t be back ‘til late. He was all worked up about some museums or something. It’s just us here. Can we just... can we?”
A brief silence is broken by a sound that Sam immediately identifies as enthusiastic kissing. He rolls his eyes in frustration; no way is Dean sleeping with some random girl in their hotel room, and he’s certainly not going to be stuck in his room until they finish up. He pulls the door open, ready to announce his presence, and freezes. Ten feet away, his brother is sitting on the couch. With a lapful of Castiel. Holy shit.
He’s lucky that they’re too wrapped up in each other - and oh God, that was tongue - to see him. He steps back into his room and closes the door as quietly as possible before leaning against it and taking a deep breath. Despite all of his half-baked suspicions about their relationship, he can honestly say he didn’t see this coming. He certainly didn’t think Dean would be able to suck it up and make a move on the guy. And he has the feeling that this is the first time they’ve done... that. Well, he’s stuck now. May as well get comfortable.
---
Twenty minutes later, he’s sprawled out on his bed, trying to pick out shapes in the pattern of the wallpaper. He doesn’t dare turn on the television, lest he give away his presence in the room. He also seriously hopes that Dean and Cas move into the other bedroom before they start doing the loud stuff. The thought makes him shudder, closing his eyes.
He feels the air in the room shift, and his eyes snap back open to reveal Gabriel standing at the foot of his bed, smirking down at him.
“What are you doing here?” he asks tiredly.
“Well, excuse me for interrupting all this fun you’re having,” Gabriel says, gesturing around the room. “Can I ask why you’re hiding in here in the middle of the afternoon?”
Sam opens his mouth to reply, but he’s interrupted by an unmistakable groan from the other room. Gabriel’s eyes widen comically, and his smirk transforms into a gleeful grin.
“Is Deano getting laid in there? Ohh, this sounds like a job for Captain Cockblock!” He stretches his fingers dramatically before frowning. “Hang on. Let’s forget I said that; I’ll come up with a superhero name later.”
He reaches for the doorknob, but stops when he sees the look of abject panic on Sam’s face. He looks at the door in such a way that Sam knows he’s seeing right through it, and his eyebrows raise nearly to his hairline.
“Oh, this is even better than I thought!” he exclaims. Sam shushes him and he frowns again.
“What gives? Surely you see the potential for mockery here. You and I aren’t that different.”
“Dude, you can’t go out there. It’s like, pandas in captivity.”
“I’m sorry?”
“You know, they obviously need to get together, and everyone knows it, but it takes them forever to come around to it. And when they do, you can’t do anything to upset them or you’ll put them off.”
Gabriel starts to laugh and then quickly shuts up when he sees Sam’s glare.
“I guess I see what you mean, Sammy boy. I’ve been waiting for Castiel to step up and get some of that righteous man for a while.”
“Oh, gross,” Sam interrupts.
“Anyway, I see your point. No reason to make fun of them until the deed is done, after all.”
“So,” Sam begins, “do you think you could zap me out of here? I don’t want to be stuck in here for the entirety of their romantic interlude.”
Gabriel gives him a considering look before shaking his head. “Nope, can’t do that.”
“What? Why not?”
“When’s the next time I’ll have you as a captive audience without needing to employ my magical powers?” he asks, waggling his fingers. “This opportunity is too good to pass up.”
At that moment, they hear a loud moan from the next room. Gabriel snaps his fingers and it’s promptly cut off.
“May as well soundproof the place. I’m all for it in theory, but I don’t want to hear my brother getting it on, and I’m sure you don’t either." Sam makes a face, but Gabriel isn't deterred. "Don't worry! The soundproofing goes both ways, in case we decide to have a little noisy fun of our own.” He winks obnoxiously.
“Yeah, let me know how that works out for you,” Sam huffs before turning on the TV. He flips through the channels for a few minutes before finding The Empire Strikes Back playing. Satisfied, he settles back into the pillows to watch. Of course, no matter how much he tries to focus on the movie, Gabriel’s presence in the room is hard to miss. After about five minutes, he glances up at the archangel and is met with the most pitiful pout he’s ever seen. Sighing dramatically, he pins on a giant, fake smile. “Gee, Gabriel, would you like to sit down?”
Gabriel’s face lights up and he plops down on the bed far too close for comfort. Sam refocuses his attention on the screen. Gabriel’s body is impossible to ignore, though, and he’s extremely aware of the line of heat pressed up against him. Although after a little while, he forgets he's there at all.
---
Sam doesn’t know when he fell asleep, but when he returns to awareness he’s wrapped snugly around a nice, warm body. He buries his face a little deeper into the shoulder he’s resting on and sighs contentedly. A quiet chuckle rumbles through the chest underneath him, and he sits upright in sudden realization. Gabriel’s grinning at him, his eyes warm, and Sam’s face heats up. He glares accusingly at the angel, who raises his hands in innocence.
“Hey now, Sammy, don’t look at me! I was just trying to enjoy the movie when you decided to go all sleepy octopus on me. Not that I’m complaining.”
Sam gapes at him, at a loss for words, but Gabriel saves him from having to say anything.
“Thought you might want to know, the lovebirds cleared out a little while ago. They kissed each other goodbye and everything, it was very romantic,” he says, fluttering his eyelashes.
“Uh, thanks,” Sam replies, staring at the floor. “I guess I’ll go see if Dean wants to get dinner. See you later,” he says, leaving the room quickly.
Gabriel stares at his back for a moment, his face carefully blank, before disappearing.
---
It’s two weeks later, and Sam is sitting on a motel bed staring absently at the television. He’d been planning to do a little bit of research before Dean got back, but he’d gotten sidetracked by a Star Wars marathon about an hour ago. As he watches Han and Leia bicker, he feels a weird, indefinable ache in his chest. He suddenly finds his view blocked and looks up to see an archangel watching him fondly.
“Hey, Sammy. Miss me?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.
Sam's mouth opens and closes a few times before he pulls himself together and rolls his eyes.
“Is there something you need, Gabriel?”
“I was just wondering... our brothers put you in a bad spot the other week. I know you were embarrassed and all, so I was wondering if you’d be interested in a little lighthearted revenge?” The look on his face is suspiciously innocent.
Sam considers it. Dean and Cas have grown closer than ever since manning up and doing something about all their sexually charged eye contact. Dean had taken to kissing the guy right in front of Sam, obviously trying to get a rise out of him. So far Sam's managed not to give him a reaction, but it helped that he had already ruined the surprise.
“You know what, yeah. That could be fun. What did you have in mind-- mmph!” Sam flails his arms wildly as he finds himself with a lapful of archangel in a scene creepily reminiscent of the one he’d seen two weeks ago.
Sam pushes at his shoulders, trying to form a protest, but then he feels Gabriel’s tongue slipping into his mouth. And that’s... damn. That’s pretty good. He forgets himself for a second and slides his arms around Gabriel’s back, feeling a little thrill at how small the guy feels under his hands, especially for someone who could smite him without breaking a sweat.
He hears a slam, and looks up in alarm to find Dean and Castiel standing in the doorway. Dean looks mortified. Castiel just looks mildly exasperated.
“Sammy, what the hell?”
Sam looks at Gabriel, who’s grinning like the cat that ate the canary.
“See? That was easy!” he says, patting Sam on the chest, then he looks over his shoulder at Dean and Cas. “Okay, you two. Get your own room.” With a snap of his fingers, they’re gone and the door is closed again. He turns back to Sam, and his face goes from playful to lascivious in a second.
Sam groans and closes his eyes. “I am so screwed,” he mutters, and then he pulls Gabriel in again.
Author: discreetmath
Rating: PG
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Gabriel, background Dean/Castiel
Spoilers: None, as long as you know who Gabriel is.
Warnings: None
Word Count: 1800
Summary: Sam finds himself stuck in a room with Gabriel, and it’s all Dean’s fault. He doesn’t know what’s more annoying: Gabriel himself, or the fact that Sam doesn’t actually mind all that much.
A/N: Betaed by haughtymelodic.
Disclaimer: Characters and anything else recognizable do not belong to me. I'm just borrowing them.
Sam should know by now that even the most innocuous bits of good fortune can come back to bite him in the ass. He and Dean had just wrapped up a haunting in an upscale hotel in St. Louis, and the owner was grateful enough to offer them the presidential suite for the remainder of the week. They hadn't had anywhere pressing to be, and they decided that a few days of laying low in style couldn't hurt. The suite is seriously nice, too. It's got two bedrooms, a bathroom, and a kitchenette, all of which open off of the main living room. It's not very often they get to stay in places like this, so they've been taking full advantage of it.
Sam had set out this morning with the intention of doing some sightseeing in the city. He’d invited Dean along but gotten a quick dismissal, as expected. His brother had grumbled something about going to take a tour of the Anheuser-Busch brewery later, and then he’d gone back to bed. By the time Sam had walked the few blocks to the Gateway Arch, though, the sky was dark with impending rain and a lack of sleep had him feeling the beginnings of a headache. So he’d gone back to the hotel, shut himself in his room, and gone back to sleep for a few hours.
Which brings him to the situation at present. He’s still half asleep, but he’s aware of low voices coming from the next room. He slides out of bed and cautiously makes his way the door, where he can hear Dean’s muffled voice.
“It’s okay. Sam won’t be back ‘til late. He was all worked up about some museums or something. It’s just us here. Can we just... can we?”
A brief silence is broken by a sound that Sam immediately identifies as enthusiastic kissing. He rolls his eyes in frustration; no way is Dean sleeping with some random girl in their hotel room, and he’s certainly not going to be stuck in his room until they finish up. He pulls the door open, ready to announce his presence, and freezes. Ten feet away, his brother is sitting on the couch. With a lapful of Castiel. Holy shit.
He’s lucky that they’re too wrapped up in each other - and oh God, that was tongue - to see him. He steps back into his room and closes the door as quietly as possible before leaning against it and taking a deep breath. Despite all of his half-baked suspicions about their relationship, he can honestly say he didn’t see this coming. He certainly didn’t think Dean would be able to suck it up and make a move on the guy. And he has the feeling that this is the first time they’ve done... that. Well, he’s stuck now. May as well get comfortable.
---
Twenty minutes later, he’s sprawled out on his bed, trying to pick out shapes in the pattern of the wallpaper. He doesn’t dare turn on the television, lest he give away his presence in the room. He also seriously hopes that Dean and Cas move into the other bedroom before they start doing the loud stuff. The thought makes him shudder, closing his eyes.
He feels the air in the room shift, and his eyes snap back open to reveal Gabriel standing at the foot of his bed, smirking down at him.
“What are you doing here?” he asks tiredly.
“Well, excuse me for interrupting all this fun you’re having,” Gabriel says, gesturing around the room. “Can I ask why you’re hiding in here in the middle of the afternoon?”
Sam opens his mouth to reply, but he’s interrupted by an unmistakable groan from the other room. Gabriel’s eyes widen comically, and his smirk transforms into a gleeful grin.
“Is Deano getting laid in there? Ohh, this sounds like a job for Captain Cockblock!” He stretches his fingers dramatically before frowning. “Hang on. Let’s forget I said that; I’ll come up with a superhero name later.”
He reaches for the doorknob, but stops when he sees the look of abject panic on Sam’s face. He looks at the door in such a way that Sam knows he’s seeing right through it, and his eyebrows raise nearly to his hairline.
“Oh, this is even better than I thought!” he exclaims. Sam shushes him and he frowns again.
“What gives? Surely you see the potential for mockery here. You and I aren’t that different.”
“Dude, you can’t go out there. It’s like, pandas in captivity.”
“I’m sorry?”
“You know, they obviously need to get together, and everyone knows it, but it takes them forever to come around to it. And when they do, you can’t do anything to upset them or you’ll put them off.”
Gabriel starts to laugh and then quickly shuts up when he sees Sam’s glare.
“I guess I see what you mean, Sammy boy. I’ve been waiting for Castiel to step up and get some of that righteous man for a while.”
“Oh, gross,” Sam interrupts.
“Anyway, I see your point. No reason to make fun of them until the deed is done, after all.”
“So,” Sam begins, “do you think you could zap me out of here? I don’t want to be stuck in here for the entirety of their romantic interlude.”
Gabriel gives him a considering look before shaking his head. “Nope, can’t do that.”
“What? Why not?”
“When’s the next time I’ll have you as a captive audience without needing to employ my magical powers?” he asks, waggling his fingers. “This opportunity is too good to pass up.”
At that moment, they hear a loud moan from the next room. Gabriel snaps his fingers and it’s promptly cut off.
“May as well soundproof the place. I’m all for it in theory, but I don’t want to hear my brother getting it on, and I’m sure you don’t either." Sam makes a face, but Gabriel isn't deterred. "Don't worry! The soundproofing goes both ways, in case we decide to have a little noisy fun of our own.” He winks obnoxiously.
“Yeah, let me know how that works out for you,” Sam huffs before turning on the TV. He flips through the channels for a few minutes before finding The Empire Strikes Back playing. Satisfied, he settles back into the pillows to watch. Of course, no matter how much he tries to focus on the movie, Gabriel’s presence in the room is hard to miss. After about five minutes, he glances up at the archangel and is met with the most pitiful pout he’s ever seen. Sighing dramatically, he pins on a giant, fake smile. “Gee, Gabriel, would you like to sit down?”
Gabriel’s face lights up and he plops down on the bed far too close for comfort. Sam refocuses his attention on the screen. Gabriel’s body is impossible to ignore, though, and he’s extremely aware of the line of heat pressed up against him. Although after a little while, he forgets he's there at all.
---
Sam doesn’t know when he fell asleep, but when he returns to awareness he’s wrapped snugly around a nice, warm body. He buries his face a little deeper into the shoulder he’s resting on and sighs contentedly. A quiet chuckle rumbles through the chest underneath him, and he sits upright in sudden realization. Gabriel’s grinning at him, his eyes warm, and Sam’s face heats up. He glares accusingly at the angel, who raises his hands in innocence.
“Hey now, Sammy, don’t look at me! I was just trying to enjoy the movie when you decided to go all sleepy octopus on me. Not that I’m complaining.”
Sam gapes at him, at a loss for words, but Gabriel saves him from having to say anything.
“Thought you might want to know, the lovebirds cleared out a little while ago. They kissed each other goodbye and everything, it was very romantic,” he says, fluttering his eyelashes.
“Uh, thanks,” Sam replies, staring at the floor. “I guess I’ll go see if Dean wants to get dinner. See you later,” he says, leaving the room quickly.
Gabriel stares at his back for a moment, his face carefully blank, before disappearing.
---
It’s two weeks later, and Sam is sitting on a motel bed staring absently at the television. He’d been planning to do a little bit of research before Dean got back, but he’d gotten sidetracked by a Star Wars marathon about an hour ago. As he watches Han and Leia bicker, he feels a weird, indefinable ache in his chest. He suddenly finds his view blocked and looks up to see an archangel watching him fondly.
“Hey, Sammy. Miss me?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.
Sam's mouth opens and closes a few times before he pulls himself together and rolls his eyes.
“Is there something you need, Gabriel?”
“I was just wondering... our brothers put you in a bad spot the other week. I know you were embarrassed and all, so I was wondering if you’d be interested in a little lighthearted revenge?” The look on his face is suspiciously innocent.
Sam considers it. Dean and Cas have grown closer than ever since manning up and doing something about all their sexually charged eye contact. Dean had taken to kissing the guy right in front of Sam, obviously trying to get a rise out of him. So far Sam's managed not to give him a reaction, but it helped that he had already ruined the surprise.
“You know what, yeah. That could be fun. What did you have in mind-- mmph!” Sam flails his arms wildly as he finds himself with a lapful of archangel in a scene creepily reminiscent of the one he’d seen two weeks ago.
Sam pushes at his shoulders, trying to form a protest, but then he feels Gabriel’s tongue slipping into his mouth. And that’s... damn. That’s pretty good. He forgets himself for a second and slides his arms around Gabriel’s back, feeling a little thrill at how small the guy feels under his hands, especially for someone who could smite him without breaking a sweat.
He hears a slam, and looks up in alarm to find Dean and Castiel standing in the doorway. Dean looks mortified. Castiel just looks mildly exasperated.
“Sammy, what the hell?”
Sam looks at Gabriel, who’s grinning like the cat that ate the canary.
“See? That was easy!” he says, patting Sam on the chest, then he looks over his shoulder at Dean and Cas. “Okay, you two. Get your own room.” With a snap of his fingers, they’re gone and the door is closed again. He turns back to Sam, and his face goes from playful to lascivious in a second.
Sam groans and closes his eyes. “I am so screwed,” he mutters, and then he pulls Gabriel in again.