A couple of Sam/Gabriel drabbles I wrote in celebration of my 400th post on Tumblr.
Title: Gerhard had been tall
Rating: Everyone can read even if you don't really get what's going on
Summary: It's a drabble, just read it.
When Gabriel had fled from heaven and taken a new vessel (All the other angels knew his earlier face), the vessel (Gerhard, he thinks his name was.) had been one of the tallest men in his village. A strapping lad considered both to be devout and good looking.
Now, he had to be one of the shorter men around. Usually it didn’t matter, but he’d recently taken up with a new (real) lover. Who happened to be 6’4” to his 5’7”. Really, it almost made him consider leaving this vessel and looking for a new one. Except that this vessel was almost his own. His Grace was comfortable stuck inside this meat suit; it knew all the nooks and crannies, how to stretch out.
And there was always the possibility that if he left this vessel and got a new one, Sam wouldn’t be attracted to him anymore. Humans did love appearances after all. He sighed again.
Title:The best chocolate cake in the whole damn universe.
Rating: It's got the F-word. If you can't handle that, don't read.
Summary: You'll be done before you know it. (no, that's not a summary)
Sam feared for his brother’s heart and liver. They were probably hard like rocks. Or something, the way he went. The only way Sam knew how to try and help his brother from dying was to live by example. Which meant salads and whole foods (as was possible, with diners) and absolutely no desserts.
But the thing was, Sam loved cake. Particularly any kind of chocolate cake with some kind of fruit under tone if possible. He hadn’t had a slice in years.
So it was with a certain…disbelief that he found himself staring at a chocolate cake garnished with raspberries floating in the middle of the motel room he and Dean were sharing. Thank G-…whoever Dean was still passed out cold. He’d never live this down. That or he’d just be offended that it was cake and not pie. If he was totally honest with himself, it’d be the latter. He stumbled to his feet and grabbed the cake, moving to take it outside to the dumpster before he could be tempted.
The door wouldn’t open. “No way I’m letting you throw out your favorite cake in the whole world without at least trying a bite.” Sam turned to face Gabriel who was, naturally, standing exactly where the cake had been seconds before.
“But-“
“Don’t worry! Dean-o here won’t wake up until I let him.” A manic grin on the man’s face and Sam couldn’t help but relax a little. He did actually want to try the cake.
His first bite was better than he’d remembered any other cake being. He moaned a little. “Fuck me, Gabriel.”
“Gladly!” And then Sam found himself with a lap full of archangel. Huh. He hadn’t thought he’d meant it like that.. But apparently he did.
Rating: Everyone can read even if you don't really get what's going on
Summary: It's a drabble, just read it.
When Gabriel had fled from heaven and taken a new vessel (All the other angels knew his earlier face), the vessel (Gerhard, he thinks his name was.) had been one of the tallest men in his village. A strapping lad considered both to be devout and good looking.
Now, he had to be one of the shorter men around. Usually it didn’t matter, but he’d recently taken up with a new (real) lover. Who happened to be 6’4” to his 5’7”. Really, it almost made him consider leaving this vessel and looking for a new one. Except that this vessel was almost his own. His Grace was comfortable stuck inside this meat suit; it knew all the nooks and crannies, how to stretch out.
And there was always the possibility that if he left this vessel and got a new one, Sam wouldn’t be attracted to him anymore. Humans did love appearances after all. He sighed again.
Title:The best chocolate cake in the whole damn universe.
Rating: It's got the F-word. If you can't handle that, don't read.
Summary: You'll be done before you know it. (no, that's not a summary)
Sam feared for his brother’s heart and liver. They were probably hard like rocks. Or something, the way he went. The only way Sam knew how to try and help his brother from dying was to live by example. Which meant salads and whole foods (as was possible, with diners) and absolutely no desserts.
But the thing was, Sam loved cake. Particularly any kind of chocolate cake with some kind of fruit under tone if possible. He hadn’t had a slice in years.
So it was with a certain…disbelief that he found himself staring at a chocolate cake garnished with raspberries floating in the middle of the motel room he and Dean were sharing. Thank G-…whoever Dean was still passed out cold. He’d never live this down. That or he’d just be offended that it was cake and not pie. If he was totally honest with himself, it’d be the latter. He stumbled to his feet and grabbed the cake, moving to take it outside to the dumpster before he could be tempted.
The door wouldn’t open. “No way I’m letting you throw out your favorite cake in the whole world without at least trying a bite.” Sam turned to face Gabriel who was, naturally, standing exactly where the cake had been seconds before.
“But-“
“Don’t worry! Dean-o here won’t wake up until I let him.” A manic grin on the man’s face and Sam couldn’t help but relax a little. He did actually want to try the cake.
His first bite was better than he’d remembered any other cake being. He moaned a little. “Fuck me, Gabriel.”
“Gladly!” And then Sam found himself with a lap full of archangel. Huh. He hadn’t thought he’d meant it like that.. But apparently he did.