50 First Dates - Date 6
Title: Date 6
Author: Gedry
Pairings: Sam/Gabriel
Rating: PG - 13
Word Count: 526
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. I am making no profit from this fanfiction.
Beta: None
Spoilers: none
Warnings: none
Summary: Written for 50 first dates - Drinking.
Date 6
“You never get stood up do you?” Gabriel growls at the waiter that comes by to take the order he’s not placing. The guy’s young and too damned tall to be human. Big hands too and Gabriel wonders absently if he’s built proportionately.
The kid turns pink; maybe he said that out loud. Fuck it; he doesn’t remember what drink he’s on anyway.
“Never mind,” he comments with a dismissive wave of his hand. “Bring me another.”
“Don’t you think you’ve had enough?” the waiter asks. But when Gabriel glares he comes back with a fresh glass of wine. It’s not the mixed drink he was inhaling but it’s better than nothing.
Cas can’t pick him up until he closes the shop in two hours so Gabriel figures he’ll get nice and hammered while he waits for his designated driver. Hell, being stood up is something to drink on he’s pretty sure.
The rolls appearing at his elbow make him twitch but by the time he turns around there’s no one standing there. The next time his glass is empty it gets replaced by a glass of soda and a steak he doesn’t remember asking for.
It’s fucking good though so he doesn’t complain too much.
Lonely, but Gabriel’s getting a little used to that sadly. He’s facing down forty pretty quickly and he’s starting to think he’s going to land on it alone.
He’s feeling pretty well sober when his waiter reappears wearing a sweatshirt and a pair of blue jeans carrying a bowl with a huge brownie on it smothered by ice cream and chocolate sauce.
“I think I’m in love,” Gabriel murmurs when the kid slides into the booth across from him where his date is supposed to be seated.
“My name’s Sam,” the waiter announces. “And to answer your previous questions, yes I do get stood up sometimes. And yes it is proportional.”
Gabriel flushes with horrified embarrassment. “I’m so sorry.”
“Look,” Sam shrugs. “My brother is supposed to pick me up in a half hour. I usually grab something to eat after my shift ends; which it has as of five minutes ago. So I can go hang out with my buddies in the kitchen or I can share this brownie with you. I promise, I’m a much better date than whoever you were supposed to be meeting and frankly you’re hot and I’m into older guys. So what do you say?”
Gabriel blinks. This can’t be real. “No shit?” He asks because he is totally not that lucky.
“No shit,” Sam assures him as he holds up two forks and grins. It’s a nice smile, a smile Gabriel could get used to seeing.
“Call your brother, I’ll call my brother and then hand me that fork,” Gabriel orders. “After we’re done you can drive us both home in my car.”
It’s a fucking good brownie.