Sick and Tired rp with low_key_angel

[second_son83]

Exhausted was putting it mildly. Sam felt like he'd been hit by a truck, then the truck backed up and ran over him again after he'd had a horrible week of food poisoning and a fever of a 103.5. He just wanted to gall asleep and not wake up for a week. Dean had been doing his best in taking care of him but he was just sick and tired of being sick

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[low_key_angel]

A hand gently takes the book from Sam and sets it on the table beside his bed. With exceeding care, Gabriel tucks Sam into bed, lifting long, heavy limbs and sliding them beneath the blankets. He could have simply used his power, but there was something infinitely more intimate about this, about touching Sam and taking care of him.

He can't heal him. He's tried. Poured enough grace into Sam while he slept until he was dizzy with the effort of it.

No one was supposed to go through those trials. They were a goddamn fluke, but leave it to the Winchesters to fucking find the tablet and decide to use it.

Sliding into bed beside him, Gabriel covered Sam with a wing before drawing him in against his chest. When he woke up, they were going away. For at least a little while.

[second_son83]

Sam knew he was being moved, he was just too tired to fight whoever was moving him. It wasn't until the someone who was moving him climbed into bed with him and a familiar feeling of a grace filled wing settled over him that he stirred, smiling softly.

"Hey Gabe," he murmored without opening his eyes. He loved his Angel, loved the warmth that radiated off of him, loved the way he tasted and smelled... loved the way how one of God's most powerful creatures could be so gentle at times and fierce when needed. "Was wondering when you'd pop in again."

[low_key_angel]

"Hey Samsquatch," his voice is quiet as he kisses his forehead. All the power at his disposal and he can't save the mortal he loves more than anything in all of Creation. But he can be there for him, love him as completely as he can for as long as he can.

"Never that far from you, kiddo," this time he leans to kiss him properly on the lips. Even if he was across the planet, his grace was always attuned to his love. "Get some sleep. When you're ready, we're taking a mini-vacation you and me."

[second_son83]

Sam smiled at the nickname, ryes still cloeed. Gabriel always called him the weirdest things sometimes. But he thought if Gabe just stopped doing it, Sam might be kinda sad.

Then the proper kiss, and Sam melted a little. He always swooned a little at the kisses from his Angel. But... then Gabe said something that just didn't make sence and his eyes finally opened, looking up to find Gabriel's face. "A vacation? Gabe, I can't go on a vacation. I've got too much stuff to do."

Even though the prospect of a vacation with his angel did sound fantastic. But he had to find their prophet... and find out what the third trial was and.... well... try not to die in the process.