Snappy.
Title: Snappy.
Author: mismatch_me
Warnings/Spoilers: If you know Gabriel and Castiel, you are good.
Disclaimer: I have been advised to say that I don't own anything, and I'm sticking to that.
Summary: For this fill over at the spnfluffmeme for bballgirl3022 ...All the boys share a bed. :D
Beta: my lovely and talented girlfriend Katie. <3 kimmykins
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Pushing the beds together in their various motels had become Gabriel’s job. This meant he could “accidentally” snap a California-king sized mattress into the room and fill the space with all the pillows that could conceivably fit, and through some creative bending of reality's accepted dimensions, often a bit more than should be able to. The sheets that Gabriel snapped up were heavenly, pun totally intended, and the boys could never help but sink into the mound of fabric and downy-soft mattress that was always waiting for them after a hard day of anything at all.
Sam was only there to rein the archangel in with a bitch-face tweaked to appeal to Gabriel perfectly. The murmur of “..the hell, Gabriel, silk? Remember what happen last time?” could be heard punctuating the process more than once.
Castiel tried to help, most days, but only ended up either getting in the way or inflicting his unfortunate decorating skills on the newly-manifested bed. Lime-green plaid, it turns out, clashes with almost everything ever. This was where Dean came in with his own job: distract the angel from turning into a fumbling, well-intentioned mess.
“You really like your pillows, don’cha, Gabe?” Dean smirked as he ran his fingers through the short hair on the nape of Castiel’s neck. Cas leaned into the fingers, his back resting flat against Dean’s shins.
“You know it, Dean-o,” was the reply. Gabriel walked out of the bathroom, a cloud of shower steam following closely behind him.
This was just yet another sign of Gabriel's inherent decadence. So what if he could snap himself clean in a second? Seemingly intent on proving the point, he snapped and, suddenly, the towel wrapped around his waist was replaced by Dean’s favorite pajama pants (the red flannels that had four holes in the right leg from years of use) as he settled against the side of the bed.
Dean grinned and Sam, who was sat on the bed with a book settled between his thighs, tossed the book onto the floor and turned his face into the amazing sheets.
Gabriel chuckled. “Ready for bed, Sammy?” A groan sounded from the sheets was their only response. Dean hopped off his chair, earning him a loud squawk of distress that Castiel wouldn’t ever admit came from him. Dean turned to face the angel and offered a hand.
Castiel was, by far, the least physical person in the haphazard situation Dean called their ‘relationship’ and he was happy that Cas clasped his hand and allowed himself to be pulled up. At first, when Sammy of all people proposed the idea of the four of them...together, Castiel had taken the longest time convincing, especially when it came to sex.
Having long since gotten over most of their early hesitations, the boys and their angels fell into the aforementioned rhythm.
“Sasquatch, move your legs.” Gabriel said, pushing the taller man’s thighs to move them from hogging the ridiculously large bed. Sam grunted, but moved his legs toward his side of the bed.
Along with the pre-bed duties, the sleeping arrangements where carefully planned. Sam, the hulking mass of man he was, slept on the far left, close to the windows in most motels. Dean faced the door, always the vigilant hunter. Gabriel curled between them, more often than not found tucked under either Dean or Sam’s arms. Castiel, without fail, draped himself over Dean’s bare chest and sighed contently under Dean’s chin.
Safe to say, the four of them never woke up in that same position.
Gabriel snapped, and the light in the room was reduced to what could force its way through the blinds on the windows.
Castiel’s sigh was heard; Gabriel shifted his leg under one of Sam’s, tangling their ankles together, and kissed Dean’s right shoulder affectionately; and Dean grunted out a “Night” to the darkness.
Author: mismatch_me
Warnings/Spoilers: If you know Gabriel and Castiel, you are good.
Disclaimer: I have been advised to say that I don't own anything, and I'm sticking to that.
Summary: For this fill over at the spnfluffmeme for bballgirl3022 ...All the boys share a bed. :D
Beta: my lovely and talented girlfriend Katie. <3 kimmykins
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Pushing the beds together in their various motels had become Gabriel’s job. This meant he could “accidentally” snap a California-king sized mattress into the room and fill the space with all the pillows that could conceivably fit, and through some creative bending of reality's accepted dimensions, often a bit more than should be able to. The sheets that Gabriel snapped up were heavenly, pun totally intended, and the boys could never help but sink into the mound of fabric and downy-soft mattress that was always waiting for them after a hard day of anything at all.
Sam was only there to rein the archangel in with a bitch-face tweaked to appeal to Gabriel perfectly. The murmur of “..the hell, Gabriel, silk? Remember what happen last time?” could be heard punctuating the process more than once.
Castiel tried to help, most days, but only ended up either getting in the way or inflicting his unfortunate decorating skills on the newly-manifested bed. Lime-green plaid, it turns out, clashes with almost everything ever. This was where Dean came in with his own job: distract the angel from turning into a fumbling, well-intentioned mess.
“You really like your pillows, don’cha, Gabe?” Dean smirked as he ran his fingers through the short hair on the nape of Castiel’s neck. Cas leaned into the fingers, his back resting flat against Dean’s shins.
“You know it, Dean-o,” was the reply. Gabriel walked out of the bathroom, a cloud of shower steam following closely behind him.
This was just yet another sign of Gabriel's inherent decadence. So what if he could snap himself clean in a second? Seemingly intent on proving the point, he snapped and, suddenly, the towel wrapped around his waist was replaced by Dean’s favorite pajama pants (the red flannels that had four holes in the right leg from years of use) as he settled against the side of the bed.
Dean grinned and Sam, who was sat on the bed with a book settled between his thighs, tossed the book onto the floor and turned his face into the amazing sheets.
Gabriel chuckled. “Ready for bed, Sammy?” A groan sounded from the sheets was their only response. Dean hopped off his chair, earning him a loud squawk of distress that Castiel wouldn’t ever admit came from him. Dean turned to face the angel and offered a hand.
Castiel was, by far, the least physical person in the haphazard situation Dean called their ‘relationship’ and he was happy that Cas clasped his hand and allowed himself to be pulled up. At first, when Sammy of all people proposed the idea of the four of them...together, Castiel had taken the longest time convincing, especially when it came to sex.
Having long since gotten over most of their early hesitations, the boys and their angels fell into the aforementioned rhythm.
“Sasquatch, move your legs.” Gabriel said, pushing the taller man’s thighs to move them from hogging the ridiculously large bed. Sam grunted, but moved his legs toward his side of the bed.
Along with the pre-bed duties, the sleeping arrangements where carefully planned. Sam, the hulking mass of man he was, slept on the far left, close to the windows in most motels. Dean faced the door, always the vigilant hunter. Gabriel curled between them, more often than not found tucked under either Dean or Sam’s arms. Castiel, without fail, draped himself over Dean’s bare chest and sighed contently under Dean’s chin.
Safe to say, the four of them never woke up in that same position.
Gabriel snapped, and the light in the room was reduced to what could force its way through the blinds on the windows.
Castiel’s sigh was heard; Gabriel shifted his leg under one of Sam’s, tangling their ankles together, and kissed Dean’s right shoulder affectionately; and Dean grunted out a “Night” to the darkness.