fic: Who knew?
Title: Who knew?
Author: wolfish_willow
Pairing: Sam/Gabriel
Rating: ...PG
Genre: schmoop
Spoilers: none
Warnings: unbeta'd
Word Count: 553
Disclaimer: Not my characters. Just using them for a bit of fun. They belong to Kripke.
Summary: Who knew a power outage was all it took to turn Gabriel into a romantic?
Notes: Written for the "Candles" prompt on my schmoop_bingo card.
Sam certainly isn't going to complain. Who'd have thought that a power outage was all it took to bring out the romantic in his cocky-Archangel boyfriend? Sam surely hadn't. Hell, until tonight, Sam had been sure that there wasn't a romantic bone in his angel's body. But apparently Gabriel really did know how to be sappy, and Sam still isn't complaining.
Especially not when he sees the impromptu picnic-on-the-floor Gabriel snapped up in the living room of the house they'd been living in since the end of the failed Apocalypse. Definitely not when he looks around at the candles placed around the room, just enough to be able to see the lights and shadows flicker across Gabriel's face in the dark, making his smile that much brighter. The minute the lights went out throughout the house Gabriel snapped his fingers. Sam had been expecting the power to come back on, maybe for the angel to have snapped him into one of his illusions. What he hadn't been expecting was being faced with a living-roomful of candles.
Sam smiles at Gabriel as they sit together on the floor. There are two long candles standing beside their food and Sam thinks that this might be the first time he's actually had dinner by candlelight. And he's fairly sure that he's never had someone make him a picnic on the floor before. His chest feels strangely warm at the thought that Gabriel is doing this just for him and doesn't hesitate to open his mouth when the angel holds a piece of fruit against his lips.
They finish their meal in silence, neither willing to break the mood of the night the archangel set. When they have polished off the last of the food, Gabriel snaps his fingers and the mess is gone. Sam doesn't hesitate to take the angel's hand when Gabriel holds it out for him. They both settle down on the couch, Gabriel's back against one of the arms and Sam laying over him, back pressed up against the angel's chest. He sighs, full and content, as one of Gabriel's hands finds its way into his hair, fingers carding gently through it and scratching softly at his scalp. This has been one of the best nights Sam has spent with the archangel since they've been together (okay, one of the best nights where mind-blowing sex hasn't been involved) and he is more than happy to spend the rest of the night just like this; laying back against Gabriel while the angel holds him close. By the way Gabriel's free arm wraps itself gently, but possessively, around his chest, pulling his body as close as he can get, he's pretty sure Gabriel's okay with that plan, too.
Sam tangles his fingers together with Gabriel's against his chest and brings the man's hand to his lips before pulling the arm more firmly against him. He feels a puff of breath on his head, Gabriel laughing softly behind him, but he doesn't care. The archangel started it, so now he gets to deal with a sleep, romantic, sappy Sam. Maybe he can test other ways to bring out the romantic in Gabriel. Tomorrow. Tonight, he's content to just curl against his archangel on the couch, in the flickering light surrounding their living room, and sleep.
Author: wolfish_willow
Pairing: Sam/Gabriel
Rating: ...PG
Genre: schmoop
Spoilers: none
Warnings: unbeta'd
Word Count: 553
Disclaimer: Not my characters. Just using them for a bit of fun. They belong to Kripke.
Summary: Who knew a power outage was all it took to turn Gabriel into a romantic?
Notes: Written for the "Candles" prompt on my schmoop_bingo card.
Sam certainly isn't going to complain. Who'd have thought that a power outage was all it took to bring out the romantic in his cocky-Archangel boyfriend? Sam surely hadn't. Hell, until tonight, Sam had been sure that there wasn't a romantic bone in his angel's body. But apparently Gabriel really did know how to be sappy, and Sam still isn't complaining.
Especially not when he sees the impromptu picnic-on-the-floor Gabriel snapped up in the living room of the house they'd been living in since the end of the failed Apocalypse. Definitely not when he looks around at the candles placed around the room, just enough to be able to see the lights and shadows flicker across Gabriel's face in the dark, making his smile that much brighter. The minute the lights went out throughout the house Gabriel snapped his fingers. Sam had been expecting the power to come back on, maybe for the angel to have snapped him into one of his illusions. What he hadn't been expecting was being faced with a living-roomful of candles.
Sam smiles at Gabriel as they sit together on the floor. There are two long candles standing beside their food and Sam thinks that this might be the first time he's actually had dinner by candlelight. And he's fairly sure that he's never had someone make him a picnic on the floor before. His chest feels strangely warm at the thought that Gabriel is doing this just for him and doesn't hesitate to open his mouth when the angel holds a piece of fruit against his lips.
They finish their meal in silence, neither willing to break the mood of the night the archangel set. When they have polished off the last of the food, Gabriel snaps his fingers and the mess is gone. Sam doesn't hesitate to take the angel's hand when Gabriel holds it out for him. They both settle down on the couch, Gabriel's back against one of the arms and Sam laying over him, back pressed up against the angel's chest. He sighs, full and content, as one of Gabriel's hands finds its way into his hair, fingers carding gently through it and scratching softly at his scalp. This has been one of the best nights Sam has spent with the archangel since they've been together (okay, one of the best nights where mind-blowing sex hasn't been involved) and he is more than happy to spend the rest of the night just like this; laying back against Gabriel while the angel holds him close. By the way Gabriel's free arm wraps itself gently, but possessively, around his chest, pulling his body as close as he can get, he's pretty sure Gabriel's okay with that plan, too.
Sam tangles his fingers together with Gabriel's against his chest and brings the man's hand to his lips before pulling the arm more firmly against him. He feels a puff of breath on his head, Gabriel laughing softly behind him, but he doesn't care. The archangel started it, so now he gets to deal with a sleep, romantic, sappy Sam. Maybe he can test other ways to bring out the romantic in Gabriel. Tomorrow. Tonight, he's content to just curl against his archangel on the couch, in the flickering light surrounding their living room, and sleep.