“One familiar face and one not. Hey there.” He lifted his hand in a wave before turning his attention back to the book he was looking at.
“Hey yourself Sammy boy. What are you up to?” he raised an eyebrow, looking down at Sam’s book. “Reading porn magazines again?”
Sam was thrilled to hear Gabriel was going to give Dean a bit of a break. Getting bailed out by one’s big brother after making out on a restaurant table, then having sex in the back of a police van? Not necessarily the best thing in the word. Well… The sex had been awesome. He wasn’t exactly pleased about that going on his record, though.
But! Priorities being what they were, his brother and his partner not arguing was at the top of his list. ”We’re a gorgeous family,” he agreed. A little louder, so his brother would her it from the front seat, he said “and I’ve definitely got the best brother in the world.” He expected a snort out of that, of course, but he knew it would be appreciated too.
As he was starting to relax, he heard Gabriel whisper, and he looked over with wide eyes. ”I walk like swimming through Jell-o?” He could only assume (ha!) this was a good thing. ”Thanks, Gabriel,” he said, and tried to come up with a proper response. ”I love the way you laugh. It’s like…finding just how many licks it really takes to get to the Tootsie Roll center of a Tootsie Pop.”
Oh yeah. He did snort. Loudly. Dean glanced over at them briefly and rolled his eyes, sighing dramatically.
“You too are fucking insane!” he said, shaking his head but he couldn’t help smiling softly.
Gabriel reached over to pat Dean’s arm before leaning back against Sam. He looked up, up, up at him, grining cheekily and pressed a quick kiss to his nose and then to his forehead.
“That’s a good thing…Hmm….I love Tootsie Pops more than you!” he said as his lips turned in the most cocky grin he had given tonight.
“You need to understand your place darling. I am stronger than you Sammy moose, I could throw you over my shoulder and carry you to our bed right fucking now!”
Ok, he knew that he couldn’t possibly throw Sam over his shoulder and that he was not stronger than him, but he did know that Sam liked it when he was being silly and anyway, they had just being bailed out by Mr. Know It All. Not the most fun thing in the world. No.
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Okay… The eyebrow waggling and the soft kiss? Were both things Sam enjoyed. He wasn’t about to tell Gabriel to put a stop to either one.
Sam pressed his lips together during the sexless marriage talk, attempting to stop himself from laughing. When Dean snapped at Gabriel, though, he wasn’t surprised. If anything, he was shocked that Dean had managed to keep himself from snapping a bit sooner.
When Dean told him to ‘control’ his boyfriend, though, Sam huffed out a laugh. ”He’s not a collie, Dean.”
He gave Gabriel a warning look, however. It was a look that shifted into something else when Gabriel kissed his cheek. He leaned over and rested his forehead against the top of Gabriel’s head, and he breathed out against all of that soft, silky hair. ”Please? Can we get home and just…he just bailed us out, you know?”
Pulling back, he bit down on his lip and met Gabriel’s eyes. ”Please?”
“Yeah right” Dean muttered, refusing to look at either of them, focusing on the road instead.
Gabriel glanced over at Dean and sighed. Then sighed again. As much as he loved making fun of Dean, sweet little “always taking things seriously” Dean, he loved Sam more. And he was right, he was. He had just bailed them out, he could at least try to behave. For Sam. Smiling at Sam, he nodded, and rubbed circles on his back in a comforting notion.
“Okie dokie…I could try to behave myself! I just love getting him all worked up, he is adorable!” he snorted.
“Hey, pretty boy, hurry up, I have NEEDS I need to fullfil”
Dean rolled his eyes. “Yeah, we are almost there sweetheart” he gave him a sacrcastic smile.
Gabriel shrugged his shoulders and leaned against Sam.
“You can do better than this Deano, hurry up!” he clapped his hands, a cheeky smile spreading across his face.
Dean just shook his head and kept his mouth shut. He was not going to get them all killed.
“Uh, I think it sums everything up nicely! Look at us we are such a beautiful family, aren’t we Sammy?” he said, sliding a hand up his chest.
“I love the way you walk. It’s like swimming through Jello!” he whispered, smiling at his boyfriend.
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Sam was used to those faces, and he actually had to fight not to laugh. It didn’t last, of course, but he gave it a shot.
At the squeeze, Sam’s amusement shifted to a soft smile and he leaned his own head against Gabriel’s, sighing into his hair. His face twisted slightly at the kiss, and he just hummed, breathing in the smell of Gabriel’s shampoo.
Then, he was laughing. ”Let’s be glad you didn’t. Besides…” His grin turned mischievous. ”It’s not like I don’t have a full police uniform, hat included, if you get so inclined.”
Hmmm.
Gabriel waggled his eyebrows, licking his lips suggestively.
“Sam in a police uniform. Yeah. Sam in a police uniform” Sam’s words were replaying in his head over and over.
He smiled widely and made an approving noise, leaning up to press a soft kiss to Sam’s lips.
Dean almost choked on the air he was breathing.
“Come on!” he groaned as Gabriel and Sam got into the backseat of the Impala.
Gabriel rolled his eyes and reached out his hand to pat Dean on the shoulder.
“Sounds like you are a bit jealous Deano boy” he laughed, grabbing Sam’s hand, entwining their fingers. Gabriel glanced up at Sam. His lips curled up in a mischievous smile and then…
“I know that you are not getting any Dean. My brother is…he is shy. He doesn’t understand the concept of having sex…. But you are not alone Dean! NO! Women today have less time for sex than their 1950s counterparts. And it’s estimated that 40 million Americans have what experts call a sexless marriage which means having sex less than 10 times a year!!!”
Dean turned around and glared at Gabriel.
“You wanna shut up dickhead?” he snapped then turned back around. Gabriel threw his hands up in the air in mock surrender and sighed “Okie dokie..I am just saying!”
Dean snorted. “Sam. Control your boyfriend!”
Gabriel shrugged his shoulders. Whatever, he was just trying to be helpful. He quickly planted a sweet kiss on Sam’s left cheek. He didn’t want to upset Sam. Well, he did love messing with Dean but the last thing he wanted to do was make Sam choose between him and Dean. It was unfair. He knew that Dean was having a hard time, yet he couldn’t help it. Damn it.
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Sam smiled at the feel of Gabriel’s fingers against his arm and looked over at him. Then, his smile fell away and was replaced with an exasperated frown. ”You stole a police officer’s pens while we were being bailed out?” He opened and closed his mouth several times, trying to think of something to say that didn’t sound like a lecture. He really wasn’t the guy to be giving out lectures right then and there.
“Gabriel.” His voice sounded more fond and amused than anything else, though. He maneuvered his arm until he was reaching to grab a hold of those restless fingers and twine them with his. ”You’re incorrigible.” He said it with a small smile and then tugged at him, pulling him a little closer as they walked.
Gabriel made a face and rolled his eyes.
He couldn’t understand why Sam was making such a big deal out of it. That douchebag had yelled at them!
No one yells at THE Gabriel, ok? Most importantly, no one yells at Gabriel’s boyfriend!
He smiled smugly when he detected the note of amusement in Sammy’s voice. He knew that Sam could never tell him off for being himself. Gabriel squeezed his hand lightly and sighed. He dropped his head on Sam’s shoulder (the part he could reach anyway…) and planted a soft kiss on his wrist.
“I should have stolen his hat…Damn it…” he muttered as they stepped out into the warm night air.
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… Pocahontas? Of all the nicknames, Gabriel. Why? I don’t sing with all the colors of the wind.
Oh Sammy….Would you rather I call you Pocahontas or My Little Pony?
…Butter? Really, butter?
Because… I mean, I’d be okay with that. Butter can be good. And it’s creamy. Okay. I’m good with this. Eat all the gummy bears you want. I’ll just keep some butter on hand.
… … … Just out of curiosity? How would you feel about bringing in the butter whether you get stuck or not?
Yes! BUTTER! *shrugs*
Hmm….I love yummy creamy butter…So why not?! Bring it on Pocahontas, I am ready!!!
I know you have beautiful, glorious hair. Believe me, I’ve spent a lot of time with that beautiful, glorious hair. But, if you’re stuck to my junk, you’re getting a soda shampoo.
My mother once told me that when something gets stuck in…something, the best way to getit out is BUTTER. USE BUTTER.
