[Fic] Stopping By; PG-13
Title: Stopping By
Author: phate_phoenix
Pairing: Sam/Gabriel pre-slash; some Dean/Castiel-ish-ness if you squint
Word Count: 6247
Rating/Warning: PG-13
Prompt: From this post at comment_fic.
Disclaimer: DO NOT OWN
Author's Note: This is my first time playing with these characters. O_o I apologize if they're horribly out of character, but I tried my best. ;_;
Author's Notes 2: Now it has a sequel! I'll Be Home For Christmas
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“Wha-!”
Gabriel looks away from the piece-of-shit television set in the motel room and watches as Sam’s Styrofoam cup of coffee drops from his hand. It explodes upon contact with the grey-blue-pink carpet, spraying his shoes and pants with dark droplets. Sam gapes, hand twitching in the air.
Gabriel blinks at the overturned cup and pool of gas station coffee oozing across the thin layer of carpet, and slouches further against the wooden headboard of what he assumes is Sam’s bed (the other looks like a hurricane hit it). Then he simply raises his hand and snaps his fingers-Sam flinches. Instantly, the Styrofoam cup is in Gabriel’s hand, warm and carpet-fiber-free. Mostly, anyway-he’s an Angel, not God. Gabriel raises his eyes to where Sam is still standing, staring from the doorway. He wiggles the cup, and the liquid sloshes noisily against the sides of the container, but doesn’t splash out the top.
Behold: the glory of Heaven.
“What are you waiting for?” Gabriel says, smirking. “If I was going to atomize you, you’d be splattered all over the walls by now.”
Sam’s mouth opens and closes a few times before he gathers enough of his wits to close the door behind him. He then sets his keys on the small table beside the door and stands still, shoving his hands into his pockets. Gabriel turns back to the television, shrugging. “Suit yourself,” he says, absently turning the coffee-cup, carpet fiber, and all-into a bowl of caramel corn.
“Why… are you in our motel room?”
Gabriel tilts his head around, looking over his shoulder. “I assume this is your ‘home base’?” he says, raising an eyebrow. “At least until Dean and Castiel get back from the cemetery, anyway,” he adds, popping a few pieces of caramel corn into his mouth.
“Ah…” Sam begins, eyes darting around the maize-colored room. There are pictures still pinned to the wall, and newspaper articles and illegal file copies lying across the dresser. “Yeah,” he says at last, as if realizing lying to an Archangel would be utterly useless. Mind reading powers-he’s a smart cookie. Sam frowns, mouth twitching into an aggressive smile. “Doesn’t really explain why you’re in our room.”
Gabriel sets his caramel corn on the maroon bedspread as he leans forward, and the TV goes off with a blink of his eyes. “I assumed the invitation to join your ragtag team of misfits and unfortunates was an open one.”
Gabriel thinks he can actually hear it when Sam’s brain pops. His face goes utterly blank, and he stares for several long moments.
“Whoa, wait,” Sam says, hands coming up. “You mean… that you’ve decided you want to help us?”
“Uh, yeah,” Gabriel chirps, sliding off the bed and to the floor. He smirks, tilting his head slightly. “Your brother made a convincing argument.”
Sam gives him an incredulous look. “He called you a coward!” he says, arms swinging out.
Gabriel wiggles both his eyebrows. “Are you trying to talk me into smiting him?”
Sam winces, eyes shutting. “No, I, uh,” he stammers. He waves one hand through the air. “It’s just,” he pauses, squinting at Gabriel, “you did try to kill us the last time we met. Or, you know,” he waves his hand through the air, “tried to force us to be a meat suit.” Sam then blinks. Twice. “Besides, I kind of thought you hated us.”
“Hey,” Gabriel says, raising his hands, “I was never your enemy.”
Sam frowns, glaring. “No, you were just a giant dick whenever we found you.”
Gabriel merely grins. “I’m an Angel, it’s kinda my thing.”
Sam crosses his arms across his chest in return. “Why are you really here?”
Gabriel places a hand over his heart, lips quirking into a smile despite himself. “Why, Sam, don’t you believe me?”
“No.”
Gabriel nods, eyebrows rising. “Fair enough,” he says, rubbing his hands together. He spreads his hands out before him. “Let me put it this way,” he begins, and walks slowly back and forth across the room. “What do you think would happen if my brothers-either of my brothers-found me?”
Sam blinks a few times, brows furrowing. “Uh, they’d try to recruit you?”
“Exactly!” Gabriel says, pointing a finger at Sam. “And when I turn them down…?”
Sam glances awkwardly to the side. “Zachariah would either brain wash you or have blown up, and Lucifer would trap you in a ring of holy oil and leave you for the demons.”
Gabriel’s hand lowers, and he shoots Sam a bewildered look. “That’s… oddly specific.”
Sam shrugs. “Cas isn’t the most-liked Angel in the world right now.”
Gabriel blinks. “Ah.”
“Yeah.”
“So, you see my point?” Gabriel asks, and Sam shakes his head minutely, suspicion still evident in his eyes. Gabriel rolls his eyes. “I told you guys no, and you let me go. That’s that. You could have just left me in that holy fire circle until someone stumbled across me, or until the end of days came.”
Sam frowns. “No, we couldn’t have. We’re not douchebags like that.”
Gabriel smirks. “Exactly.”
Sam scoffs, eyebrows darting upwards. “That’s it? We’re not as big of jerks as everyone else, so what the hell?”
Gabriel watches Sam for a long moment, and wonders just what Sam wants to hear. Sam fidgets under his stare, eyes falling to the side. Gabriel shrugs, smirking a little.
“Hey, I’m just offering my services. If you don’t want them…” he trails off, taking a step back and looking up at the ceiling.
“No, wait!” Sam shouts, jolting forward and grabbing Gabriel’s shoulder. He freezes and Gabriel stares down at the massive hand clutching him. He could easily tear it from Sam’s body, but he doesn’t. He doesn’t do anything. Sam slowly pulls his hand away, clenching and unclenching it a few times before he clears his throat.
“It’s just… how am I supposed to explain this to Dean?” Sam smiles awkwardly. “He’s going to think you’ve mind-whammied me.”
Gabriel sneers. “I think Castiel will be the harder sell, actually.”
Sam frowns. “Why? If anything, he’ll be grateful to see you’re on his side.”
“Granted he stays put long enough for you to say anything,” Gabriel says, rocking back on his heels. “In fact, he’ll probably take one look at me and zap Dean to Hawaii.”
Sam pauses before placing a hand over his eyes.
“Maybe I should do this by myself.”
“Yeah, that’d be great.”
Author: phate_phoenix
Pairing: Sam/Gabriel pre-slash; some Dean/Castiel-ish-ness if you squint
Word Count: 6247
Rating/Warning: PG-13
Prompt: From this post at comment_fic.
Disclaimer: DO NOT OWN
Author's Note: This is my first time playing with these characters. O_o I apologize if they're horribly out of character, but I tried my best. ;_;
Author's Notes 2: Now it has a sequel! I'll Be Home For Christmas
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“Wha-!”
Gabriel looks away from the piece-of-shit television set in the motel room and watches as Sam’s Styrofoam cup of coffee drops from his hand. It explodes upon contact with the grey-blue-pink carpet, spraying his shoes and pants with dark droplets. Sam gapes, hand twitching in the air.
Gabriel blinks at the overturned cup and pool of gas station coffee oozing across the thin layer of carpet, and slouches further against the wooden headboard of what he assumes is Sam’s bed (the other looks like a hurricane hit it). Then he simply raises his hand and snaps his fingers-Sam flinches. Instantly, the Styrofoam cup is in Gabriel’s hand, warm and carpet-fiber-free. Mostly, anyway-he’s an Angel, not God. Gabriel raises his eyes to where Sam is still standing, staring from the doorway. He wiggles the cup, and the liquid sloshes noisily against the sides of the container, but doesn’t splash out the top.
Behold: the glory of Heaven.
“What are you waiting for?” Gabriel says, smirking. “If I was going to atomize you, you’d be splattered all over the walls by now.”
Sam’s mouth opens and closes a few times before he gathers enough of his wits to close the door behind him. He then sets his keys on the small table beside the door and stands still, shoving his hands into his pockets. Gabriel turns back to the television, shrugging. “Suit yourself,” he says, absently turning the coffee-cup, carpet fiber, and all-into a bowl of caramel corn.
“Why… are you in our motel room?”
Gabriel tilts his head around, looking over his shoulder. “I assume this is your ‘home base’?” he says, raising an eyebrow. “At least until Dean and Castiel get back from the cemetery, anyway,” he adds, popping a few pieces of caramel corn into his mouth.
“Ah…” Sam begins, eyes darting around the maize-colored room. There are pictures still pinned to the wall, and newspaper articles and illegal file copies lying across the dresser. “Yeah,” he says at last, as if realizing lying to an Archangel would be utterly useless. Mind reading powers-he’s a smart cookie. Sam frowns, mouth twitching into an aggressive smile. “Doesn’t really explain why you’re in our room.”
Gabriel sets his caramel corn on the maroon bedspread as he leans forward, and the TV goes off with a blink of his eyes. “I assumed the invitation to join your ragtag team of misfits and unfortunates was an open one.”
Gabriel thinks he can actually hear it when Sam’s brain pops. His face goes utterly blank, and he stares for several long moments.
“Whoa, wait,” Sam says, hands coming up. “You mean… that you’ve decided you want to help us?”
“Uh, yeah,” Gabriel chirps, sliding off the bed and to the floor. He smirks, tilting his head slightly. “Your brother made a convincing argument.”
Sam gives him an incredulous look. “He called you a coward!” he says, arms swinging out.
Gabriel wiggles both his eyebrows. “Are you trying to talk me into smiting him?”
Sam winces, eyes shutting. “No, I, uh,” he stammers. He waves one hand through the air. “It’s just,” he pauses, squinting at Gabriel, “you did try to kill us the last time we met. Or, you know,” he waves his hand through the air, “tried to force us to be a meat suit.” Sam then blinks. Twice. “Besides, I kind of thought you hated us.”
“Hey,” Gabriel says, raising his hands, “I was never your enemy.”
Sam frowns, glaring. “No, you were just a giant dick whenever we found you.”
Gabriel merely grins. “I’m an Angel, it’s kinda my thing.”
Sam crosses his arms across his chest in return. “Why are you really here?”
Gabriel places a hand over his heart, lips quirking into a smile despite himself. “Why, Sam, don’t you believe me?”
“No.”
Gabriel nods, eyebrows rising. “Fair enough,” he says, rubbing his hands together. He spreads his hands out before him. “Let me put it this way,” he begins, and walks slowly back and forth across the room. “What do you think would happen if my brothers-either of my brothers-found me?”
Sam blinks a few times, brows furrowing. “Uh, they’d try to recruit you?”
“Exactly!” Gabriel says, pointing a finger at Sam. “And when I turn them down…?”
Sam glances awkwardly to the side. “Zachariah would either brain wash you or have blown up, and Lucifer would trap you in a ring of holy oil and leave you for the demons.”
Gabriel’s hand lowers, and he shoots Sam a bewildered look. “That’s… oddly specific.”
Sam shrugs. “Cas isn’t the most-liked Angel in the world right now.”
Gabriel blinks. “Ah.”
“Yeah.”
“So, you see my point?” Gabriel asks, and Sam shakes his head minutely, suspicion still evident in his eyes. Gabriel rolls his eyes. “I told you guys no, and you let me go. That’s that. You could have just left me in that holy fire circle until someone stumbled across me, or until the end of days came.”
Sam frowns. “No, we couldn’t have. We’re not douchebags like that.”
Gabriel smirks. “Exactly.”
Sam scoffs, eyebrows darting upwards. “That’s it? We’re not as big of jerks as everyone else, so what the hell?”
Gabriel watches Sam for a long moment, and wonders just what Sam wants to hear. Sam fidgets under his stare, eyes falling to the side. Gabriel shrugs, smirking a little.
“Hey, I’m just offering my services. If you don’t want them…” he trails off, taking a step back and looking up at the ceiling.
“No, wait!” Sam shouts, jolting forward and grabbing Gabriel’s shoulder. He freezes and Gabriel stares down at the massive hand clutching him. He could easily tear it from Sam’s body, but he doesn’t. He doesn’t do anything. Sam slowly pulls his hand away, clenching and unclenching it a few times before he clears his throat.
“It’s just… how am I supposed to explain this to Dean?” Sam smiles awkwardly. “He’s going to think you’ve mind-whammied me.”
Gabriel sneers. “I think Castiel will be the harder sell, actually.”
Sam frowns. “Why? If anything, he’ll be grateful to see you’re on his side.”
“Granted he stays put long enough for you to say anything,” Gabriel says, rocking back on his heels. “In fact, he’ll probably take one look at me and zap Dean to Hawaii.”
Sam pauses before placing a hand over his eyes.
“Maybe I should do this by myself.”
“Yeah, that’d be great.”