Sweet Tooth
Title: Sweet Tooth
Author: paracaerouvoar
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean/Gabriel
Summary: "Gabriel's a Trickster too, and what do Tricksters love? Candy."
A/N: Sort of a follow up to Give Me The Damn Candy.
It only happens when he's eating, Dean notices.
Particularly sweet things. (He should have known, Gabriel's a Trickster too, and what do Tricksters love? Candy) After he's just finished a slice of apple pie, and Sam's getting the check, or in the bathroom, he appears in the booth, practically on Dean's laps and proceeds to remove all taste of the sugary treat.
He asks him once what was wrong with ordering the damn pie himself. Gabriel tells him it wasn't nearly as fun as violating Dean. Dean thinks it's a compliment.
So Dean decides to get payback. He waits until Sam's out doing research and Cas is wherever Cas goes when he's not with the Winchesters. Then he heads out to the store and buys a six pack and those rainbow candy stripe things he knows Gabriel's practically addicted to. When he gets back to the room, Gabriel is just getting out of the shower (apparently angels don't get dirty, but the look on Dean's face when Gabriel emerged the first time in only a towel was worth getting wet for no reason, Gabriel tells him) and emerges wearing jeans, rummaging through Dean's stuff for a shirt. They're both the same size, and Dean knows if he tells Gabriel to stop wearing his stuff, he'd just do it more often. This way is easier. (and it has nothing to do with how much Dean likes seeing the angel wearing his slightly too big classic rock shirts).
Dean tosses the candy over to him, and he turns into a little kid, ripping open the packet and sucking on one of the sour candy strips. He waits until the whole packet has vanished and Gabriel's looking mournfully at the empty wrapping, lazing on his bed as Gabriel sprinkles sugar on Sam's in his haste to get at his candy. Then he slides off the bed and onto the other one, sliding a hand over Gabriel's bare hip and capturing his lips, tasting the sourness of the sweets. Somehow it tastes even better with the natural sweetness of Gabriel's natural taste, and Dean nibbles on Gabriel's bottom lip hungrily. The door opens behind him, Sam back from research, he guesses, but continues devouring his angel's mouth.
'Dude, what did I say? Not on my bed and keep your damn clothes on!' Sam berates them, his back to them. His brother may be sleeping with an angel, and he accepted that, but he didn't want to watch, for crying out loud.
Sam hopes that Castiel doesn't use his impeccable timing to arrive. God knows what the sight of his brother and his charge making out would do to him. He'd already caught him sharpening stakes more than once, muttering darkly.
Sam knows how he feels. He suspects this wouldn't be happening if Gabriel didn't have a sweet tooth, 'cause lord knows Dean ate enough candy and pie to satisfy a hundred Tricksters. (And that wasn't an image to bear thinking about)
Author: paracaerouvoar
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean/Gabriel
Summary: "Gabriel's a Trickster too, and what do Tricksters love? Candy."
A/N: Sort of a follow up to Give Me The Damn Candy.
It only happens when he's eating, Dean notices.
Particularly sweet things. (He should have known, Gabriel's a Trickster too, and what do Tricksters love? Candy) After he's just finished a slice of apple pie, and Sam's getting the check, or in the bathroom, he appears in the booth, practically on Dean's laps and proceeds to remove all taste of the sugary treat.
He asks him once what was wrong with ordering the damn pie himself. Gabriel tells him it wasn't nearly as fun as violating Dean. Dean thinks it's a compliment.
So Dean decides to get payback. He waits until Sam's out doing research and Cas is wherever Cas goes when he's not with the Winchesters. Then he heads out to the store and buys a six pack and those rainbow candy stripe things he knows Gabriel's practically addicted to. When he gets back to the room, Gabriel is just getting out of the shower (apparently angels don't get dirty, but the look on Dean's face when Gabriel emerged the first time in only a towel was worth getting wet for no reason, Gabriel tells him) and emerges wearing jeans, rummaging through Dean's stuff for a shirt. They're both the same size, and Dean knows if he tells Gabriel to stop wearing his stuff, he'd just do it more often. This way is easier. (and it has nothing to do with how much Dean likes seeing the angel wearing his slightly too big classic rock shirts).
Dean tosses the candy over to him, and he turns into a little kid, ripping open the packet and sucking on one of the sour candy strips. He waits until the whole packet has vanished and Gabriel's looking mournfully at the empty wrapping, lazing on his bed as Gabriel sprinkles sugar on Sam's in his haste to get at his candy. Then he slides off the bed and onto the other one, sliding a hand over Gabriel's bare hip and capturing his lips, tasting the sourness of the sweets. Somehow it tastes even better with the natural sweetness of Gabriel's natural taste, and Dean nibbles on Gabriel's bottom lip hungrily. The door opens behind him, Sam back from research, he guesses, but continues devouring his angel's mouth.
'Dude, what did I say? Not on my bed and keep your damn clothes on!' Sam berates them, his back to them. His brother may be sleeping with an angel, and he accepted that, but he didn't want to watch, for crying out loud.
Sam hopes that Castiel doesn't use his impeccable timing to arrive. God knows what the sight of his brother and his charge making out would do to him. He'd already caught him sharpening stakes more than once, muttering darkly.
Sam knows how he feels. He suspects this wouldn't be happening if Gabriel didn't have a sweet tooth, 'cause lord knows Dean ate enough candy and pie to satisfy a hundred Tricksters. (And that wasn't an image to bear thinking about)