“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.
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.
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.
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.
… 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.
Of course I’m a serious person. I’m me. And…okay. But if you exhibit any signs of distress, I’m pouring a Pepsi Max on your head.
I don’t know how to feel about that…I probably shouldn’t have told you. I DON’T WANT PEPSI MAX ON MY HEAD! Newsflash kiddo, you are not the only person with beautiful, glorious hair!
With gummy bear goo all in your mouth?! What if your mouth gets stuck to my dick, Gabriel?!?!
Are you serious? Are you a serious person Sammy moose? Well I kinda wish it will!
everydayitstuesday replied to your post: HEY KIDDO!
I had too many gummy bears and now my teeth are sticky. I CANT OPEN MY MOUTH!
… Drink some soda and wait for the fizzies to eat through the gummy bears?
What if I gave you a blowjob?
The posturing to the police officer made Sam alternate between rolling his eyes and snickering. He wasn’t surprised when Gabriel was brought into the cell across from his and he gave him a little wave before leaning back against the wall. Then, he thought better of it and sat up straight again.
Sam watched him from across the hallway, through the cell bars, and sighed. He was more than thrilled when his brother showed up. Sam grinned at the kiss and leaned over enough for him to do it again, then reached for his hand, squeezing it gently.
“We’re saved,” he said with a laugh.
Then, Dean said he needed to speak with him and Sam walked off to speak with Dean, glancing back at Gabriel with a fond smile.
When Sam walked off to speak with Mr. Jellytots, aka Dean Psychomaniac Winchester, Gabriel sighed tiredly and leaned against the wall, watching them out of the corner of his eye. He didn’t want to spy on them, he just didn’t want them to start up another fight. He patiently stood there, quietly humming a Spice Girls song and stealing glances at his boyfriend and his lovely brother-in-law.
Wait, wait when did he start thinking of Dean as his brother in law? Huh.
Less than 6 minutes later, Dean was silently telling him with a nod of his head that they were done talking and ready to go home.
Finally.
He followed the brothes, walking next to Sam, lightly brushing his fingers against Sam’s forearm.
“Hey Sammy, guess what? I stole that bastard’s pens. ALL OF THEM! No one messes with THE Gabriel” he said, sparing a glance across at Dean as they walked.
After the phone call with Dean, Sam gave the thumbs up to Gabriel and sat back the the hard-backed chair. “He was asleep, so it’ll be about a half an hour.” Sam replaced the phone receiver in the cradle and leaned his head back to look at te stained, badly water-damaged ceiling. He glared at a dark spot for a second before returning his attention to Gabriel and the now-furious officer.
“I don’t think we’ll be playing ‘Arrest the Naughty Janitor’ anytime soon,” he muttered before blowing out a noisy breath.
When the officer came over to uncuff him from the chair, Sam sighed in relief. “Now what?”
“Holding cell,” the man said with a laugh. “We’ve got stuff to do and you and the Chatterbox over here aren’t gonna sit here while you want for whoever to show up.” When he saw Sam start to open his mouth to argue, the officer just lifted a brow. Sam’s mouth snapped shut and he frowned as he was hauled off to a waiting cell. He looked back miserably at Gabriel and scuffed one of his nice dress shoes on the grungy police station floor.
When Sam gave him a thumbs up, he let out a sigh of relief. “YES!” he said excitedly, grinning up at the police officers.
“Deanno boy is gonna get us out of here and you are never going to see me again!” he said smugly, then glared at the old police officer that was standing in front of him.
“WHAT?” he snapped, huffed out a breath. ‘Do you know who I am, huh? Do you, do you?! I am Gabriel Speight. THE GABRIEL!” he narrowed his eyes. “You can’t throw me into a friggin’ waiting cell! YOU CAN’T” Speight was his stage name of course.
Gabriel Novak was hauled off to a fucking waiting cell. He kicked the wall and started pacing up and down, up down. He was oh-so-miserable.
When Dean came to their rescue he almost hugged him.
“Hey pretty boy, what the fuck took you so long?”
Dean glared at him. Gabriel glared back. Dean rolled his eyes and he gave up. “Fiiiiiiiine. I owe you. You talk to your brother!” he said and pressed a sweet kiss to Sam’s left temple.
“We are saved!” he smiled at him.
At the police station, Sam could only sigh loudly and roll his eyes as Gabriel continued to talk back to the older police officer. “Don’t… Gabriel, don’t call the nice policeman stupid.”
When Gabriel whispered to him, Sam shrugged a bit helplessly. “I tried. He thought I was trying to pull another prank.” He blew out a breath and looked at the police officer with wide, hopeful eyes. “Is there any way I could make another phone call? I know it’s usually just the one, but I really need to talk to my brother. I’d appreciate it, Sir.” He smiled.
The officer gave Sam a suspicious look but passed over the phone before returning his look to Gabriel so he could resume questioning him. Sam whispered his thanks and dialed his brother’s number. As the phone rang, he looked over at Gabriel. “Be good,” he mouthed, then waited for Dean to pick up the phone.
Gabriel rolled his eyes and shrugged. That dickhead of a police officer was getting on his nerves.
“Then call him again! Honey!” he whispered back easily. “I am fairly sure that Mr. Perfectly Awesome Teddy Bear Policeman over here is going to let you make another phonecall!” he winked at the officer.
“Alrighty! Bring it on Cuddles! I am aaaaaall yours” he said and clapped his hands together happily as the officer resumed questioning him, ignoring Sam’s last words.
Gabriel’s is more than good. He is awesome! Duh.
He only hoped that Deano boy was going to help them out because they were screwed and he just really wanted to go home, call his lawyer and have him clear Sam’s criminal record.
Oh. He was touching his hair.
Sam heard the people in the background, vaguely. They all sort of faded away though. He couldn’t help but kiss back, his tongue sliding over Gabriel’s. He could taste chocolate and raspberries and just a hint of toothpaste. His fingers flexed for a moment, then they were gripping Gabriel’s suit jacket and pulling him up out of the chair and over to his. Sam pulled him up onto his lap and made a low, pleased noise into his mouth.
The loud ‘AHEM’ nearly went unnoticed. He paused, biting down on his tongue just before pressing his lips against the bared skin showing where Gabriel had left a button undone. The voice faded away, along with a couple of giggles, and some furious whispering. Sam pulled back only when he felt the horribly timed police officer grab ahold of his arm. He looked miserably over at Gabriel.
When they were loaded up into the van, the police officer was nice enough to remove the handcuffs. The look Sam had given him might’ve had something to do with it… Either way, there was another charge added to all the rest by the time they arrived at the station. Gabriel’s handcuffs were gone too, after all, and they couldn’t see a reason to waste the time they had in the back of the van. They were already in trouble, after all.
Oh, yeah baby that’s it!
Gabriel was more than willing to let Sam pull him into his lap. Both of his hands moved to Sam’s back, gripping the back of his fine white shirt tightly, fingers flexing and unflexing in the fabric as he kissed him back with just as much passion and need. The kiss was deep and passionate and Gabriel cut himself off from everything around them so he was literally shocked when Sam had to pull away and break their perfect kiss.
Uh oh….Fuck the police! Gabriel tried to kiss Sam again but someone grabbed his wrist and pushed him up.
“I don’t think so, my friend” the officer smirked.
Great. Just great.
Gabriel shrugged and winked at Sam.
“Oh baby, it’s not going to last!” he scoffed, grinning up at the policemen.
They were thrown into a stupidly stupid police van and, whaddya know, they even removed their handcuffs. Gabriel smirked and winked and licked his lips, oh so slowly. They were already in trouble anyway. Duh. What Gabriel wants, Gabriel takes, and right now he wants Sammy boy.
When they finally arrived at the police station, they were made to sit down in front of a creepy looking old man who kept asking them stupid questions.
“Oh my God, you are so stupid, why would you ask that?” Gabriel’s bravado was not helping. Not at all.
Gabriel looked over at Sam and whispered: “You should call Deano. He better come and bail us the fuck out of here!”
Gabriel raised an eyebrow and bit his lip. Oh whatever, so what if they were in a restaurant and not home? There were a couple of young girls sitting next to them that kept giggling every time they touched. Silly girls. Gabriel made eye contact with the girls as he leaned in, kissing Sam on the lips softly. “Babe you know I am all for PDAs, don’t tempt me…” he whispered as he pressed a light kiss to his jaw.
“Do you know what those girls think about right now?” he asked, running his fingers through Sam’s hair.
“I wouldn’t dream of tempting you,” Sam said back, his voice hushed. His mouth slipped up, moving into a broad smile just before he leaned forward enough to press the side of his face against Gabriel’s. Just for a moment. Then, he dropped down for one more kiss and lingered there for a long moment before pulling back slightly.
He shivered a little at the feel of those fingers in his hair and grinned. “Not a clue. But, I think they should be concentrating on their dinner.” Then, he sat up, his face warm but not uncomfortably so. “I guess you probably want to finish your million desserts,” he joked.
Gabriel kissed him back easily, running his fingers through Sam’s perfectly shiny and glorious hair. He traced his bottom lip with his tongue, smiling into their kiss.
When Sam pulled away, he let out a frustrated sigh and frowned.
“They better do that and leave us alone!” he said, rolling his eyes.
“Don’t you poker-face me, I know what you want!” he grinned at him. Fuck the desserts. Sam was much more delicious.
He leaned in for another kiss, pressing his lips against Sam’s passionately, and his hands were suddenly all over Sam’s body. He licked and nipped his way into Sam’s mouth, slowly and carefully. Meanwhile, people started looking their way and a low murmur of people talking in the background could be heard.
Gabriel tipped his head back, breathing slowly. His eyes flickered up to meet Sam’s briefly as he slowly traced his bottom lip with his tongue.
That little “hmm” sound sent shivers down his spine and he couldn’t help letting out a wistful sigh.
Desserts forgotten, he stood up and walked around the table to sit down next to Sam. He reached over and dragged his plate, scratch that, his plates over to their side and sliced off a bite of strawberry tart.
“Want some?” he asked lifting the fork to Sam’s mouth, raising an eyebrow suggestively. “I hear they work miracles on your libido”
Sam couldn’t help himself. He watched Gabriel’s reaction and a slow smile lit up his face. He watched with interest as the other man got up and walked over to him. Helpful in the extreme, he moved his water glass to the side to give him more room for his plates.
He watched him cut the little slice of tart and grinned, nodding once. “Is that what you heard?” He opened his mouth, waiting for the bite, and closed his lips over the fork. “Mmm.”
He let it sit for a second, just tasting the initial flavor on his tongue, then chewed slowly. “It’s good,” he said with a nod before leaning forward and pausing only an inch away from Gabriel’s mouth. He really wasn’t thinking about where they were any more. “I think you know I don’t really need any help with my libido.”
Gabriel raised an eyebrow and bit his lip. Oh whatever, so what if they were in a restaurant and not home? There were a couple of young girls sitting next to them that kept giggling every time they touched. Silly girls. Gabriel made eye contact with the girls as he leaned in, kissing Sam on the lips softly. “Babe you know I am all for PDAs, don’t tempt me…” he whispered as he pressed a light kiss to his jaw.
“Do you know what those girls think about right now?” he asked, running his fingers through Sam’s hair.
Sam noted that look and just proceeded to eat his salad. It was pretty darned good.
He glanced over, grinning at the sight of Gabriel going to town on all of the desserts. It almost gave him a stomachache just to see all of the sugar, but he seemed happy. That’s what the whole evening was supposed to be about.
“Perfect is good,” Sam said, a little distracted. He leaned forward a little, and if the weird, staring couple was still peering over, he really didn’t care. He leaned over and licked the rest of the sauce off, slowly. Then, he leaned back in his seat and made a small ‘hmm’ sound before taking a drink of water. “And, I think I agree with you.”
Gabriel tipped his head back, breathing slowly. His eyes flickered up to meet Sam’s briefly as he slowly traced his bottom lip with his tongue.
That little “hmm” sound sent shivers down his spine and he couldn’t help letting out a wistful sigh.
Desserts forgotten, he stood up and walked around the table to sit down next to Sam. He reached over and dragged his plate, scratch that, his plates over to their side and sliced off a bite of strawberry tart.
“Want some?” he asked lifting the fork to Sam’s mouth, raising an eyebrow suggestively. “I hear they work miracles on your libido”
Gabriel just shrugged and looked over at the couple, giving them a small nod and a not-so-polite smile. He then looked back at Sam and rolled his eyes.
“Fine!” he groaned, sitting back in his chair, hands crossed over his chest.
His face immediately lit up when the first round of desserts came over.
“Now we are talking babe!” he whistled and winked at Sam. Again. And then once more.
“Dig in, mon amour!” he said excitedly.
Sam chuckled a little, both at the look and the eye roll.
He started to lean over to try and get him to uncross his arms when the desserts were placed in front of them. Sam shook his head, laughing a little at the selections.
He grinned back at Gabriel, then shrugged and picked up a fork. He sliced off a tiny bite of something that looked like it would rot a tooth out instantly, and took a bite. “Wow.” As much as it was not Sam’s typical fare, he had to admit it was good. “It’s good,” he said with a smile. He was glad to see him enjoying himself.
Sam was grateful, however, when his salad came.
Gabriel scrunched up his nose in disgust. He just couldn’t believe that Sam preferred green salad over THIS. Because this was Heaven on Earth.
He just shrugged, resisting the urge to roll his eyes and focused on the task at hand, in this case, eating his delicious desserts. There was chocolate mousse and strawberry tarts and vanilla pudding and ice cream sundae and some odd-looking creamy things.
“Nuh uh. It’s not good Sammyshorts! It’s perfect!” he said, licking some raspberry sauce off his lips.
I can’t take it anymore. I’m sick of everything. So fucking sick.
I doubt this will even reach 500, so just in case, goodbye.
I love you all.
I know this probably seems like a stupid thing to keep me from killing myself… But I just need to know if anyone out there would actually care if I did or not.
Gabriel felt his face heat up as he let out a low, dark chuckle. He glanced up at Sam, tracing a finger over his knuckles and smiled at him softly.
“You are right, dollface. I haven’t. Who says I am blushing though, huh?” he said, raising both eyebrows expectantly.
“Maybe I am just feeling….hot…” he breathed, giving his hand one more squeeze.
Sam just grinned wider, watching his face get darker. He glanced down at their joined hands and just shrugged.
“Who says? I say.” He bit down on the tip of his tongue and chuckled. “You’ve got to stop giving me nicknames. Any more and you’ll forget what my actual name is.” A beat. “It’s Sam, by the way.” Heh.
Then, he cleared his throat and sat up straight in his seat, pressing his lips together as he glanced around the restaurant. A couple several tables over was watching them with obvious interest, and he just shook his head and looked back at Gabriel. “You’d better stop before we get another offer like we did last month. I’m not politely sending back another bottle of champagne and a room key again. I’m just tossing it at them.” He was joking, of course. Mostly. Luckily, it was then that the first round of desserts came over.
Gabriel just shrugged and looked over at the couple, giving them a small nod and a not-so-polite smile. He then looked back at Sam and rolled his eyes.
“Fine!” he groaned, sitting back in his chair, hands crossed over his chest.
His face immediately lit up when the first round of desserts came over.
“Now we are talking babe!” he whistled and winked at Sam. Again. And then once more.
“Dig in, mon amour!” he said excitedly.
Gabriel tipped his head back and laughed, feeling amused.
“Oh is that so?” he smirked, reaching over to put his hand over Sam’s.
“Stop it, I am going to blush” he whispered seductively before blowing him a kiss, followed by a sassy wink.
Sam nodded in response, flipping his hand over so his palm pressed against Gabriel’s. “Yup. Just the facts.”
Despite the restaurant and everyone around, Sam laughed. “You haven’t blushed since you were a teenager.” He hadn’t known him when he was a teenager, of course, but he could hazard a guess. Not being much of a winker, Sam just grinned back at him and squeezed his hand once.
Gabriel felt his face heat up as he let out a low, dark chuckle. He glanced up at Sam, tracing a finger over his knuckles and smiled at him softly.
“You are right, dollface. I haven’t. Who says I am blushing though, huh?” he said, raising both eyebrows expectantly.
“Maybe I am just feeling….hot…” he breathed, giving his hand one more squeeze.
“Oooooh right. You’ve got the bread” Gabriel said quietly, in a very non-Gabriel way. He grinned up at Sam and leaned over the table to press another kiss on Sam’s lips. Fuck the police, he was a TV star after all. He does what he wants and people have to suck it up and deal with it.
“Honestly? I’m getting kinda jealous of that bread Sammy moose. Be careful!” he warned him, raising an eyebrow.
Sam paused upon hearing that quiet tone, smiling a little. When Gabriel leaned over, Sam met him halfway.
“I don’t think you have anything to worry about,” he replied, a little dryly. “The bread’s great, but it doesn’t pull my hair hard enough to keep me satisfied.” He grinned, entirely pleased with himself, and reached for his water to take a long drink.
Gabriel tipped his head back and laughed, feeling amused.
“Oh is that so?” he smirked, reaching over to put his hand over Sam’s.
“Stop it, I am going to blush” he whispered seductively before blowing him a kiss, followed by a sassy wink.
“Oh hell yeah, Dollface” he grinned and slowly brushed his fingers against Sam’s.
He gave him an open, honest smile then.
“You look good. Thanks…I mean for all of this. I love candies…” he smiled softly, tilting his head up so his eyes met his.
“I hadn’t pegged you as the pink cupcake-eating type though, Sammy moose. I saw your face when you were looking at the menu.” he said and raised an eyebrow suggestively.
Sam grinned at the brush and squeezed Gabriel’s fingers just slightly. He chuckled a bit at the nickname, far too used to them by now to do anything more than grin.
The smile made him pause, and he smiled back, more happy than ever that he’d decided to do this. The compliment made his smile shift into something a little deeper, and he huffed out a breath though the edges of his smile. “I’m glad you like it,” he said finally, then leaned over and pressed a soft kiss against Gabriel’s mouth. He pulled back quickly, public and all, but he couldn’t have not.
He shook his head, shrugging. “I’m really not the pink cupcake-eater type,” he agreed. “But, you like the cupcakes, so I can deal with it on occasion.” He grinned sheepishly, then pointed to the center of the table. “Besides. I’ve got the bread.” He smiled, wide and playful.
“Oooooh right. You’ve got the bread” Gabriel said quietly, in a very non-Gabriel way. He grinned up at Sam and leaned over the table to press another kiss on Sam’s lips. Fuck the police, he was a TV star after all. He does what he wants and people have to suck it up and deal with it.
“Honestly? I’m getting kinda jealous of that bread Sammy moose. Be careful!” he warned him, raising an eyebrow.
“So? Me likey dogs and mooses!” he said and shrugged.
“Mhmm, interesting. You got a language boner kiddo?” he smirked.
Gabriel waited until the poor woman was out of earshot before leaning towards Sam. He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and winked at him slowly.
“Je voudrais vous voir a poil! J’ai envie de toi desesperement, mon amour!” he said, dropping his voice lower. He reached over the table and grabbed Sam’s hand, smiling at him.
“So, are you free tonight? Pick me, I even use condoms”
“Uh huh.” Sam rolled his eyes and reached out to take a drink of his water. Then, he was grinning and shrugging, his face imitating the motion. “Maybe.”
When the waitress walked away, Sam looked over and leaned in to meet Gabriel halfway. Then, he was chuckling, nearly silently, and touching his tongue to the corner of his mouth as he grinned.
He shifted in his chair slightly and threaded his fingers with Gabriel’s…and laughed. “I’m pretty sure I’m free, yeah. Shocker, huh?”
“Oh hell yeah, Dollface” he grinned and slowly brushed his fingers against Sam’s.
He gave him an open, honest smile then.
“You look good. Thanks…I mean for all of this. I love candies…” he smiled softly, tilting his head up so his eyes met his.
“I hadn’t pegged you as the pink cupcake-eating type though, Sammy moose. I saw your face when you were looking at the menu.” he said and raised an eyebrow suggestively.
“Oh trust me Sammy, it can and will be done. À jeune chasseur, il faut un vieux chien…” Garbriel laughed and winked at him.
“Just watch me and learn!”
He waved over a nearby waitress, a petite blonde with heart-shaped lips.
“I want to try all of the desserts, sweetheart.” he said and handed her the menu.
“Do you have any actual food in this place? My moose’s kinda hungry. Sammy what would you like to eat?”
Sam? Was expecting him to try all of the desserts. He was also expecting the wink, and several other things. The French? Made him pause a little and grin into his hand. Amusement wasn’t even close to being the cause of that little grin.
“I was gonna eat the bread —” He sighed and looked up at the waitress, who was staring at both of them. “I’d like a salad.” he didn’t bother to look over at Gabriel, not needing to see the grossed out face as he ordered. “Ranch dressing, on the side, please.” Then he smiled at the waitress and turned back to his date.
“Telling her your moose is hungry is like requesting a bowl of water for your dog.” He reached for another piece of bread, though this time he began shredding it into tiny pieces. …The napkins were made of cloth and thoroughly unshreddable. “Say something else in French.”
“So? Me likey dogs and mooses!” he said and shrugged.
“Mhmm, interesting. You got a language boner kiddo?” he smirked.
Gabriel waited until the poor woman was out of earshot before leaning towards Sam. He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and winked at him slowly.
“Je voudrais vous voir a poil! J’ai envie de toi desesperement, mon amour!” he said, dropping his voice lower. He reached over the table and grabbed Sam’s hand, smiling at him.
“So, are you free tonight? Pick me, I even use condoms”
As he read through the menu, Gabriel’s eyes widened and his jaw dropped open with shock.
“No way! You are joking! I work for the TV and I didn’t even know! What are you, a genius?!” Gabriel asked, his voice trembling with excitement.
“Oh my God, mon cherie, I want to order everything! My little sweet tooth is craving the damn sugar, Sammypants!” he said and smiled at Sam.
“You are awesome…”
“I don’t know that I’d call myself a genius…” - He might, though.
“Wow, breaking out the French. You must be impressed. I should’ve taken a better look at what Chef Amazing was making.” He smiled back at Gabriel, then reached for another piece of bread. It was starting to grow on him. He guessed it was a fancy bread thing “And yeah, I figured you’d want one of everything.”
He tucked his tongue in his cheek for a moment and just grinned. “I’m not sure you can go through that much sugar though. I know it’s you and all, but…” He shrugged. “I don’t think it can be done.”
“Oh trust me Sammy, it can and will be done. À jeune chasseur, il faut un vieux chien…” Garbriel laughed and winked at him.
“Just watch me and learn!”
He waved over a nearby waitress, a petite blonde with heart-shaped lips.
“I want to try all of the desserts, sweetheart.” he said and handed her the menu.
“Do you have any actual food in this place? My moose’s kinda hungry. Sammy what would you like to eat?”
Gabriel was not that late. At least not in his mind. Work had been a bitch and there was nothing he could do about traffic. Then his tire exploded and he had to call his adorable brother in law to help him. Nightmare.
He walked into the restaurant, easily spotting his boyfriend sitting at the back, and walked towards their table, humming a Lady Gaga song.
“Hello Sammymoose” he said and leaned down to press a light kiss on Sam’s lips before collapsing into a chair.
He sat down next to Sam and shook the headphones off his ears.
A smirk spread across his face as he took a good look around them.
“Fancy, aren’t we Sammy?” he asked, as he grinned up at Sam and elbowed him teasingly .
“Hey.” He grinned at him, pressing his lips together for a moment, and nodded as he looked around. “Super fancy. I’m pretty sure they use more than one kind of fork here. I feel like I should be holding my pinky out while I drink my water.”
There’s a small laugh, and then he’s almost giddy. He actually managed to keep the damn secret. Like a badass.
“So, the reason we’re here? Is because of this.” He held out the dessert menu, which featured the name of the chef and an extensive list of the ridiculously sugary things he made. “I lost a tooth just hearing about it on TV.”
The menu was handed over. Sam sat back, entirely pleased with himself and reached (finally!) for a piece of the bread. It wasn’t half-bad.
As he read through the menu, Gabriel’s eyes widened and his jaw dropped open with shock.
“No way! You are joking! I work for the TV and I didn’t even know! What are you, a genius?!” Gabriel asked, his voice trembling with excitement.
“Oh my God, mon cherie, I want to order everything! My little sweet tooth is craving the damn sugar, Sammypants!” he said and smiled at Sam.
“You are awesome…”
winchestercommasam replied to your post: [Text] Cas told me you were having sex with prostitutes.
[Text] Mm hmm. 1. You’re full of shit. 2. He was not and you’re ridiculous. 3. I’ll give you
[Text] Fine, don’t believe me Sammy!
[Text] Cas is a prude lol
[Text] I really don’t.
[Text] … No comment. :P
[Text] hahahaha
[Text] Exactly! ;)
The restaurant was fairly packed. He’d been glad to get a reservation, though he felt a little weird going to a restaurant that actually required a reservation. Still, he managed to get a glass of water and some bread without making a complete ass of himself, so he seemed to be doing all right so far. He watched the front entrance for any sign of his boyfriend and tugged absently at the dark blue tie he’d pulled on a few hours ago. The important part of the evening, of course, wasn’t the dinner. Sam wasn’t a big fan of the menu, as a whole, and he doubted Gabriel would care one way or the other.
The chef he’d seen in the paper last week, however, visiting the area for one month only, might be something of interest though. He was a dessert chef, and Sam planned on chewing on bread the whole night and ordering Gabriel one of every fucking thing the guy made. He was ridiculously pleased he’d managed to pull this off without spilling the surprise. Now, he just had to show up. Sam tugged at his tie again.
Gabriel was not that late. At least not in his mind. Work had been a bitch and there was nothing he could do about traffic. Then his tire exploded and he had to call his adorable brother in law to help him. Nightmare.
He walked into the restaurant, easily spotting his boyfriend sitting at the back, and walked towards their table, humming a Lady Gaga song.
“Hello Sammymoose” he said and leaned down to press a light kiss on Sam’s lips before collapsing into a chair.
He sat down next to Sam and shook the headphones off his ears.
A smirk spread across his face as he took a good look around them.
“Fancy, aren’t we Sammy?” he asked, as he grinned up at Sam and elbowed him teasingly .
[Text] Mm hmm. 1. You’re full of shit. 2. He was not and you’re ridiculous. 3. I’ll give you
[Text] Fine, don’t believe me Sammy!
[Text] Cas is a prude lol
[Text] What? No, of course not Sammypants. Ok maybe just once!
[Text] Castiel used to be a prostitute at the tender age of 14 and had his sugar daddy take care of all his expenses
Gabriel took his hand and smiled at him warmly, genuinely.
“I love Spaceballs Sammy-moose…But you know what? I’ve illegally downloaded the Avengers. Yeah, I’m awesome, I know.” he said and winked at him playfully.
Sam was feeling better and that was all that mattered. They could deal with their problems later. For now? Avengers and M&Ms. Maybe a quick shower first.
Oh, and don’t forget the stickers. Sam gets Hulk and Iron Man. Gabe gets Black Widow.
“Bake him a pie, huh?” He grinned and seriously considered it. Then, he decided he wanted Dean to actually forgive him, so he’d be better off buying him a pie. Or two.
He appreciated the hand squeeze and smiled, moving to meet the kiss halfway.
He smiled against Gabriel’s mouth, chuckling at that little nip. He chased his mouth for a moment before angling his face back slightly. “I like to think I know you pretty well, yeah.”
Sam closed his eyes briefly, then licked his lips and hummed. He tasted chocolate, rain, and coffee. Both hands moved to the side of Gabriel’s neck. His thumbs moved to stroke across the skin behind Gabriel’s ear before his fingers just moved into soft hair and just played there. He opened his mouth and pushed a kiss against Gabriel’s mouth. Licked. “I’m feeling a little better,” he said, a hint of a breathless laugh in his voice.
“Yeah you get Hulk and Iron Man. The Black Widow is all mine though!”
When Sam groaned and told him his little sob story, Gabriel opened his mouth to make a sarcastic comment but immediately snapped it shut.
He nodded slowly, holding back a laugh, because in his mind getting stuck in a fence is hysterically hilarious, but Sam was obviously not amused.
“Oh, Deano boy came to your rescue huh? What did you do Sam? Did you tell him that his car is freaking hilarious? Did you suggest that Castiel’s seeing someone else?” he said with a smug smile on his face.
FYI, all days end in ‘Y’.
“Oh come on, cheer up Moose! I’ll let you play with my trickster, how about that?” he said and rubbed his back soothingly in an attempt to calm him down.
“Okay.” He wasn’t sweating the Black Widow stickers, okay.
He saw Gabriel shut his mouth on what would have been an interesting comment, undoubtedly, and breathed out a grateful sigh.
At the questions, Sam shook his head and winced, not even fazed by the humorous questions tacked on. “I basically compared him to our dad.” He closed his eyes for a moment and frowned. “I was a huge ass. Seriously huge.” Sam waved a hand and just…breathed for a moment. He felt like shit about it.
FYI, he knows that.
The back rubbing? Was seriously appreciated and he leaned forward just a bit to let Gabriel’s hand move a little lower. Then, the comment kicked his brain on and he looked over, his eyes wide. He stared for a minute, then burst out laughing. “Only you,” he said with a grin, “would offer to whip it out for playtime to cheer me up.”
Then, he tugged on Gabriel’s arm before sliding his hand down to twine their fingers together. “Could work, though.”
“Oops. That must have hurt. Hey try baking a pie for him, he’ll forgive you. It’s ok babe, he’ll get over it. He is an ass most of the time” he said, smiling at him.
Pfft. Dean had destroyed his M&Ms cake. He deserved it.
Gabriel squeezed his hand to show that he was there for him and leaned forward to kiss him.
He pressed his lips against Sam’s, wrapped his arms around his neck slowly, nipping at his bottom lip playfully.
“You know me so well college boy” he whispered and kissed along his jaw-line to his ear.
“Cheer up, I hate seeing you like this”
“Oh so you are back. For a moment there I thought that I was hallucinating” he said and smiled at him. He obediently let Sam lift his legs and sit down.
“We are talking glitter stickers. I am not joking, look!” he said and pointed at the table where he had left several sticker sets. Mickey Mouse themed stickers, mini glitter jewels and Avengers.
He shot him a fake-glare and sighed dramatically.
“Fiiiine, you can have some! You know you are lucky I am nice! Open your pretty mouth Sammy-moose!”
Gabriel is just going to casually stuff Sam’s mouth with M&Ms. No regrets.
“What’s wrong with your clothes? You look awful…”
“No hallucination,” he threw back before glancing over at the table. Sam snorted through a laugh and shook his head. He managed to catch sight of the Avengers stickers though and grinned. “Aww, you got cool stickers. Do I get all the Hulk and Iron Man ones?”
That fake-glare? Is acknowledged with the grinniest of grins.
He managed to say that his mouth wasn’t all that pretty, but it was around a mouthful of M&Ms and ended up sounding a lot like nonsense. He tucked a few candies into his cheek to melt and chewed the rest.
At the question, he groaned and lifted both hands to rub over his face. “It started raining,” he said, then hummed and leaned a little closer to his boyfriend. “And, I got stuck in a fence like an idiot.” He closed his eyes, pressing lips together for a moment, and shook his head. “Don’t say anything.” Yeah right. “Dean came to save me and I was an ass to him. Must be a Friday.” Or a Monday, or any other day that ended in ‘Y’.
“Yeah you get Hulk and Iron Man. The Black Widow is all mine though!”
When Sam groaned and told him his little sob story, Gabriel opened his mouth to make a sarcastic comment but immediately snapped it shut.
He nodded slowly, holding back a laugh, because in his mind getting stuck in a fence is hysterically hilarious, but Sam was obviously not amused.
“Oh, Deano boy came to your rescue huh? What did you do Sam? Did you tell him that his car is freaking hilarious? Did you suggest that Castiel’s seeing someone else?” he said with a smug smile on his face.
FYI, all days end in ‘Y’.
“Oh come on, cheer up Moose! I’ll let you play with my trickster, how about that?” he said and rubbed his back soothingly in an attempt to calm him down.
Gabriel was lying down on the couch, happily eating his Crispy M&Ms when he heard Sam call his name.
Whatever, he was way too tired to even blink. Sam had to try harder if he wanted to find him.
When Sam walked into the leaving room, he quickly closed his eyes and sank into the cushions.
“Hellooooo! Sammy-moose! You are back!” he said, and cracked an eye open.
“Good timing, I was about to start putting stickers on my arms!” he said and winked at Sam.
Coming home to a Gabriel laying on the couch with some M&Ms? Exactly what Sam expected, and exactly what he’d hoped to see. He grinned and shrugged off another shirt before laying it across the back of the couch. “I’m back,” he agreed.
He laughed at the comment and lifted both brows up playfully when Gabriel winked. He moved closer and lifted the other man’s feet so he could sit down, then gently lay them on his lap. “Not stickers,” he said in a mock-horrified voice. “Are we talking glitter stickers or scratch and sniff?”
Sam leaned his head back against the couch and sighed a bit, reaching out to grab one of those sticker-threatened arms. “Are you gonna share your precious candy with me?”
“Oh so you are back. For a moment there I thought that I was hallucinating” he said and smiled at him. He obediently let Sam lift his legs and sit down.
“We are talking glitter stickers. I am not joking, look!” he said and pointed at the table where he had left several sticker sets. Mickey Mouse themed stickers, mini glitter jewels and Avengers.
He shot him a fake-glare and sighed dramatically.
“Fiiiine, you can have some! You know you are lucky I am nice! Open your pretty mouth Sammy-moose!”
Gabriel is just going to casually stuff Sam’s mouth with M&Ms. No regrets.
“What’s wrong with your clothes? You look awful…”
