#sabriel ficlets

[idjits-areus]

It's game night in the bunker and Sam, Gabriel, Castiel, Dean, and Jack are all playing the Word Association game. It was Jack's turn to pick the game and when Dean began to tell them it was a stupid idea, they started to cry, causing Dean to immediately back pedal and call it a good idea.

Jack: "Everyone knows how to play, right?"

Sam, Gabriel, and Dean: "Yes."

Castiel: "No."

Jack: "It's simple, Cas. We'll each take turns saying a word and whatever the first word that comes to mind is, you say it out loud all at the same time. The most closely related word gets the point. Sounds easy, right?"

Castiel: "Yes, that sounds easy enough."

Jack: "Okay, good! Let's start out easy then. Water."

Sam: "Lake."

Dean: "Bath."

Castiel: "The Mariana Trench."

Gabriel: "Lube."

Sam: "...Gabe"

Gabriel: "What?"

Jack: "Okay, I declare Cas the winner of this round. Cas, you're up next."

Castiel: "Okay. My word is warm."

Gabriel: "Fire."

Sam: "Hell."

Jack: "Hugs."

Dean: "Cas."

Sam, Gabriel, Castiel, and Jack: "...."

Dean: "What?"

Sam: "Nothing. Just the usual."

Gabriel: "....You said Cas!"

Dean: "No I didn't. I said pie."

Gabriel: "Yes you did!"

Dean: "No, I said pie. Right, Jack?"

Jack: "N-"

Castiel: "-You said me Dean, which I'd have to give this point to you. You would know better than anyone else."

Sam: "Ew guys! I didn't need to know that."

Gabriel: "Aw hell yeah, little bro!"

Dean: "Ugh, Cas..."

Jack: "What does that mean?"

Gabriel: "It means that Dean and Cas fu-"

Sam: "Nope! No, Gabe! You are not telling Jack that."

Gabriel: "..."

Sam: "Did you just lick my hand?"

Gabriel: "Maybe?"

Dean: "Okay, that's it. I'm done. It was fun while it lasted, Jack."

Castiel: "I guess I should leave too. Goodnight all."

Jack: "Aw, okay. See you guys in the morning!"

Gabriel and Sam: "...."

Gabriel: "Now that they've left. Do you think Cas and Dean are fucking right now?"

Sam: "Ew, Gabe."

Gabriel: "No, seriously."

Sam: "Definitely."

Gabriel: "Shall we take this party to your room?"

Sam: "Lead the way."

[oops-i-write]

"It was a heat of the moment..."

With first notes of the song Gabriel who chilled on the backseat of the Impala immediately went tense, eyes wide. Sam hurried to change the radio station, fighting unwanted flashbacks but there was a distinct flap of wings and Gabriel was gone.

It's not like they never acknowledged their past. They did, actually, and Gabriel apologized for what he has done, not once. But they never had a direct confrontation like this, like a slap in the face.

Dean surprisingly did not comment, was going to say something but changed his mind under Sam's heavy stare.

When they were back in the bunker Sam half expected Gabriel to not show up for at least a few days, but when he entered his bedroom - their shared bedroom - he saw a dark silhouette of the hunched over archangel on the bed. Sam didn't even say anything, didn't have time before Gabriel turned around abruptly. The archangel's eyes were red and puffy. Sam's heart shattered. He almost could read the archangel's thoughts, they were written on his face. Sam knew this look, has seen it a few times, and he knew. Despite being together for a few years already, despite all the words of love shared between them, Gabriel still thought he didn't deserve it. Not after all the wrongs he has done.

[zukos-firebending]

wrote a lil Zukki week ficlet for either day 1 (domesticity) or a silly take on day 6 (political complications).

475 words, comedy + fluff, Zukki, pregnancy

“How would you raise a child, if you had one?” Suki says. She’s laying in between Zuko and Sokka, and as she says it, she turns her head lazily to look at Sokka. 

“Dunno,” he says, shifting so his arm can continue to be her pillow even as he idly strokes Zuko’s hair. They're wearing two pairs of pants and two tops between them, and it's a lazy afternoon indeed. “I'd raise them Water Tribe, I guess. Teach them to fish. Take them ice dodging. But I'd make sure we traveled, too. Gotta see the world.” 

“What about you, Zuko?” Suki turns to her other side. 

“Uh, they'd be a palace kid, I guess,” Zuko says. “I don't want to raise them like I was raised, but they'd have to learn politics and all that. I'd meditate with them. Teach them to control their flame.” 

“Great,” Suki says. “I'm pregnant.” 

“WHAT?!” 

The men sit up comically quickly on either side of her, staring at her stomach as if they'll see the shape formed by a handful of cells. They're both speaking, voices overlapping, asking if it's real, when she found out, if she's ok. 

“I went to the healers earlier today,” she says. “They say I'm about a month along.” 

“That's incredible,” Sokka says, grabbing her hand, but Suki turns to see Zuko looking stressed enough to start sparking. 

“Zu?” 

“Whose is it?” 

“What?” Suki says. 

“I mean, what'll we tell the Fire Sages? If the kid’s a firebender, of course, they'll need to be my heir— but if they're not mine biologically. Agni, if they're Water and Earth— what if they're a water bender! They can't be the heir to the throne, but there's no way to know— Suki, I'll have to tell the Sages right away—” 

Suki grabs him by the shoulder. “Calm down, love, please. What are you saying? If the child is whose?” 

“Mine or Sokka's,” Zuko says. 

“Zuko. My darling. My fire-lily. My spark.” Sokka takes Zuko’s hands in his, and looks deep into his eyes. “Baby, the kid’s yours.” 

“How would we know?” 

“I'm trans.” 

Zuko turns red so fast he starts steaming. “Oh. Yeah. I knew that.” 

“I should hope so,” Sokka says with a snort.

“I'm so stupid,” Zuko mumbles, but Suki just gathers him in a hug as her quiet chuckles fade. 

“You've been stressed recently, and this is a big surprise. It's ok.” 

“Are you okay with having my heir?” Zuko says tentatively. “I know it's a big thing...” 

“Well, are you okay with having a child?” 

“Yes. Of course.” 

“Then we'll do it. Together.” 

“I still want to take them ice dodging,” Sokka cuts in. “And teach them to fish. But I think it's time we moved to the palace. Don't you think, Sukes?” 

She nods. “Here's to a new adventure, huh?” 

The end.

[azrael08]

Desperately craving more Sabriel content guys, i need to inject them into my blood stream seriously.

[xx-blueboy-xx]

Day Three: Inspired | Suptobber 2023

CW: None!

Words: 997

The pencil scratched over the page, and Sam tilted his head at it - his brows creased and he groaned, grabbing his eraser and scrubbing it across the page with a vengeance. Nothing looked right. What was worse? He had a sketch-phase due tomorrow and he has nothing. He knows that he could just put some bullshit on the page and turn it in and when the final looked utterly different? Well, he could just make the excuse he changed ideas. But that isn;t how Sam Winchester does anything. He is an all or nothing kind guy. Sometimes his own integrity bothers him. But when you leave your hyper masculine and toxic family to go to an art school in California? You have to want to be better. To prove yourself. 

He sighs deeply and he presses his head to the back of the wall behind him. He is sitting inside of the library, one of his favorite places on campus to work. Not only is it always quiet, but the librarians love him and allow him to be here for hours. Even when sometimes it is technically ‘closed’. He also gets special access to study rooms should he want them. Being the ‘teacher’s pet’ pays well and he still doesn’t understand why his fellow students will dig at him for it. He looks around, deciding to begin watching people. 

Afterall, Sma has discovered there is no easier way to find a muse - than by simply looking at those around you. Especially on a college campus, where so many people from all kinds of walks of life could be passing by. The library was particularly dead this time of day, considering it was a late-friday night. His fellow students all loved to go to parties, that just wasn’t his scene. He chewed on the end of his pencil as he looked around, desperately searching for anyone. That’s when he saw him. Sam had to stop himself from gasping out in awe. Standing across the way was one of the most beautiful man he has ever seen, and he isn’t even sure why. Afterall, he wasn’t all that near what most people would call attractive, and by that, Sam means he wasn’t a Hollywood hunk. Yet, he couldn’t tear his eyes away. 

He was standing across the way, in front of the massive stained glass window that depicted an archangel of some kind in the rainbow glass. Oddly enough, he was practically posed in the same way as the saint behind him, completely covering the human parts - but instead of holding a lily a large lollipop was in his hand. The large-golden wings that spread from the image behind him almost looked as if they were his, spreading from his back. His golden-colored hair helped to make the illusion almost seamless. His eyes as moonlight and the bright lights of the library illuminated him made them look as if they were glowing. The whiskey color refracting the light in a million shades of orange and gold. 

There were distinct smile lines in his features, and he looked to be at least in his early thirties. He was wearing a strangely fancy outfit for a college campus, and Sam had to wonder who he was. Why he was here? He was wearing a loose, black-buttondown that had the collar unbuttoned, and it was tucked into pin-striped pants, a deep green color. His shoes were shining. 

Sam’s hand was moving before he could even realize it as he despret;ly began to sketch. It was messy and not his best work, but he recognized that the moment the man stepped away - there would be no hope in capturing this image again. He was already committing to memory the colors of his eyes and the wings. He looked up from his paper, and back at the man several times. Who oddly enough was just standing there, chewing on his lollipop. Which made his nose scrunch up. Who the hell bites into a lollipop? It seemed he was casually leaning against the glass, looking off at the bookshelf that was in front of him. 

Sam swallowed, as minutes began to pass by and the man hadn’t moved an inch, which he was grateful for: but it started to worry him. Then, as the last pencil stroke of his imperfect sketch (it looked better than expected whoever) went across the page, golden eyes fixated on him. It was matched with a wide-knowing grin. 

His face flushed red. 

Oh. He realized with pure embarrassment coursing through his body, the man had clearly known he was being watched. He had posed for Sam. The blonde didn’t approach him; he simply wiggled his fingers at him, before stuffing his hands into his pockets. He pulled something out. There had to be at least ten feet between them, but yet, the chocolate he tossed landed perfectly in the art student’s lap. Sam fumbled, feeling the flush in his features simply deepen. He nearly dropped the chocolate as he picked it up and out of his lap, he turned it over. Mind whirling. 

He looked up, only to realize the man was gone. Which was a bit of a shock, because he hadn’t seen nor heard him walk away. Sam was usually hyper aware of his surroundings. The second thing that shocked him was that the stained glass window he realized was depicting something entirely different. There was no archangel in it, but flowers and trees. A landscape. 

He recognized slowly that it had never been an archangel. 

A chill went down his spine and he swallowed. He glances down at his sketchbook staring at the angel he had drawn. He traced his fingers delicately over the dark-gray lines that made up the six-massive wings. Golden. Just like his eyes. 

Sam stumbled up and he stuffed everything into his bag, tossing it over his shoulder. 

The next day, he would chalk everything up to his lack of sleep. 

[ldrmas]

Totally gotta add Sabriel because not enough Sabriel is shared!

A Cupids one job is to get people together...well what happens when he doesn't complete the job?

Baker Gabe is so precious and Lawyer Sam really needs to learn to laugh. Plus protective brothers Cas and Dean *chef kiss*

omg it’s FAN FICTION FRIDAY

Reblog and promote a fic of yours <3

[glygriffe]

December Fanfic Reading & Rec

To start the New Year positively, let's celebrate the creativity of some fellow writers I had the pleasure to read in the last month.

I want to share the good stuff in my life and, so far, Tumblr has been a good place for that for me. Let's continue sharing the joy of fanfiction!

As a "warning", know that I read mostly Supernatural themed short stories in December. I vaguely sorted them into categories to help others find what they like.

Gen fic

Untitled Reader POV where the reader is living in the bunker with the boys, by @ellen-reincarnated1967. Whatever happened, the Winchesters are here for her. (No pairing)

Out of the closet: a bit of Destiel fluff by @bobwess on AO3. Dean is pretty sure Cas is stealing his clothes, but he isn't sure what to do about it. (Dean x Castiel)

Phone: A cute little AU drabble for Destiel Month by @blessyourhondahurley (Dean x Castiel)

Untitled: Castiel choosing to let his vessel age for… reasons by @aheavenlycreature (Dean x Castiel)

The Steadfast Soul: A wonderful piece about Sam by @posingasme, full of all kinds of love. (Creature!Sam, Very Sastiel-lite, brotherly bound)

We Are Hope: a Castiel ficlet on life and hope and Dean Winchester in early season 15. By @rauko-creates (lite Destiel)

Brotherly Figures: A series with Sam and Dean, both as big brothers to an OC! By @spnexploration (No pairing)

Untitled post-15x18 ficlet: Dean and Cas’ using their words by @queerstudiesnatural (Castiel x Dean)

Snow Globe: a moment of truth and fluff between Dean and the reader by @waywardnerd67 for a Christmas bingo challenge. (Dean x Reader)

Teen and Up

Total Eclipse: A story about longing by @posingasme on AO3 (Sam x Castiel)

Carry on my wayward sons: So much brotherly love in this combo art/fic by @peach-coke created for Supernatural Hiatus Creation (No pairing)

Ghost of Christmas present(s): Christmas fluff after the finale (link toward the AO3 post) by @mittensmorgul (Dean x Castiel)

Like you did: a growing old together story by @posingasme on AO3 for the Gabriel reverse bang 2022 of @gabrielbigbang (Destiel, Sabriel)

Mature

Prompted: wonderful short stories by @bobwess (on AO3), some sweet, some tragic, from Bob's own Twitter prompts. I read chapter 9 and chapter 10 in December and I loved them! (mind the TW for each chapter: Ch. 9 has MCD and possibly homicide; Ch. 10 is pure domestic/Christmas fluff.)

And for stuff unrelated to Supernatural:

Change, a beautiful (and sad) poem by @rauko-is-a-free-elf (original work)

How do you write poetry for someone who is your every moment?, a poem by @rauko-creates (original work)

Don't Drool on Me: By @lemonlillybee (on A03) a kind of slice-of-life sickfic of Tony Stark acting as Peter Parker's parent figure - I didn't even know Iron!Dad was a thing before September, but I found it awesome!

Happy reading, happy sharing, and...

[nugget--daddy]

HIIIIIIIII NUGGET HELLO HELLOOOOOO

I JUST WANTED TO WISH YOU A HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY AND LET YOU KNOW…. I had a lot of fun with all these pieces so pretty please enjoy <33333

I know I’m probably late and I’m sorry I waited till like Monday 💀 BUT they’re here now and I’m happy!! I would’ve done some fanart or animation but… time constraints? Also I didn’t really know a lot so…HHHHHH JUST TAKE THEM ILY 💖💖💖💖💖

it is a nine panel comic WOOOOOOO I did good but the last one is rendered sona and I LOVE BRI she’s very cool to draw and it’s a nice change of pace from all my blorbs lmao. Struggled a bit with the flaps on her jacket but in the end it came out nice!! (Bonus sketch becuase I tried to go for 13 (or 14?? How old?) images to match how old you are now but I failed DX)

BUT! I don’t wanna keep you this is already really long but just!! Just happy birthday ok I wanted to ART A LOT and that’s what I did so yay!!

Lemme know if there’s anything else you want! Feel free to ask me anything too <3 Lots of love and lots of care for you!!

And feel free to INFODUMP after this ask because we haven’t gone mad with the OCs in a bit and i’d love to if you wanna!

<333333

(Wait a cotton picking minute Wtf is this?? New ficlet just dropped?)

(GASP WHAT THE HELL IS THIS SELF-INDULGENT GARBAGE HHH? you get no context guess it yourself)

:)

OMFG YOU MADE ME LAUGH SO HARD AND CRY HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO DELETE MY ACCOUNT NOW?! gotta say, you got Sabrielle perfectly! (also, how you draw sabrielle suits her redisn really well, wtf?!) also, Foxglove just screaming for help is soooooo perfect. And me emoing? YES. I litarally told a teacher about my birthday spirall, how im getting closer to death, to the end, AND WRINKLES. >0<'

AND BRIBRIBRIIIIIIII SHES SO FUCKING AWESOME LOOKING AMAZING JOB SHE IS VERY FUN TO DRAW. and her flaps are hard at first, but you can get very creative with them, so yeah!

THE POSSTERRRRRRRRRS

is the page.....EMO PET-ER?!

[arialerendeair]

To echo what @dorian-they-ao3 is saying - If you want them all lumped together, make a series, darlings. Everything those compilation fics are trying to do works as a series.

There’s no limit to a length of a series, you can put as many fandoms as you like in it, you can add fics before and after the series creation, it’s always there, the series is searchable, you can add other authors to it if you want.

I put all my bingo fics for every fandom into their own series. I have a massive series of “I make Alec Lightwood Immortal” fics all in a series together even though the fics aren’t in the slightest bit related. Back when I was doing ask prompt fills for people, I tossed all those into a series.

And when I say limitless - I’m not kidding. My Immortal Alec series has more than one million words. There is not a limit.

I know it’s tough to sit down and come up with summaries and titles and tags for all of the ficlets. I know. I know that’s the barrier to entry for so many (it’s what keeps me from moving my Sabriel Fluff Friday ficlets over from Tumblr considering how many I have), but it really is so much better for everyone involved.

“this is a compilation of all of my fics from different fandoms—”

Make them separate fics. I’m begging you. I can’t keep scrolling past that one fic with 115 fandoms and 75 chapters of one-sentence drabbles. I can’t.

[oops-i-write]

[sabriel ficlet]

Sam takes a few more steps until he realizes that Gabriel is not by his side. He turns around and there he is, squatting on a reasonable distance from a stray cat.

Sam rolls his eyes a bit and just waits. There's no point in trying to hurry Gabriel, they've been through this and a short man will move only when he wants to.

"Pspsps," Gabriel says and grins wide when a cat lazily turns it's head towards him.

Gabriel makes sure cat looks at him and blinks slowly. Ever since he learned that this presumably is the equivalent of a kiss, he's bugging literally every stray cat he meets.

Sam can't help a warm smile that spreads across his face. Gabriel makes a few more attempts and when the cat blinks slowly in return he basically bounces on his feet, turns to Sam with shining eyes, looking like a kid on a Christmas morning. Sam's heart flutters.

[misha-moose-dean-burger-lover]

Bathtime.

"What's that?" Gabriel straightens from his slouch at the sound of running water, cautiously unentangling himself from where he'd impressively curled up Sam's favorite chair, fitting a little too snug, but downright adorably.

"What do you think it is?" Sam grins, stepping into the room. He has his arms folded across his chest.

"Doesn't sound like the end of the world." Gabriel throws back, lightly. It's a casual throwback to that awful day in Mystery Spot, and Sam's face almost twists into a frown - but then, doesn't.

Gabriel's only trying to be mildly annoying so Sam leaves him alone to wallow. Unfortunately for him, though, Sam Winchester knows his boyfriend way too precisely for that.

"Probably 'cause it isn't one." Sam walks up to Gabriel, offering him a hand. Gabriel hasn't been big on physical contact, lately. He's been drawing into himself a little bit - and Sam's determined to undo it, and he knows where to begin. With Gabriel, it seems like he always does.

There's a pause. And then Gabriel grabs Sam's hand, with an exaggeratedly nonchalant sigh.

"Take a bath with me?"

"And they say chivalry is dead." Gabriel feigns a gasp, but the pretense of mocking can't make it to his eyes.

"Gabriel?" Sam exhales, remembering to be patient. "I'd appreciate the company, and I'm guessing you would, too. I mean, unless you actually don't want to."

"I'm always up for naked Sammiches." Gabriel tells him, in a voice too sincere for his words, to be fair.

"Don't make it gross." Sam leans down to plant a fleeting kiss on Gabriel's lips. Gabriel chases after it when he pulls off, going up on his tiptoes, but still ending up a good way away. "I'm sure the bath's ready. C'mon."

"This is exactly why our relationship works." Gabriel declares, following his favorite human to the bathroom, and undressing as he speaks. "This is why we work."

Sam takes off his second overshirt, while Gabriel rolls his eyes in the background. "Oh?"

"You know, like, we both have our roles here." There's a twinkle in Gabriel's eyes, which implies that he's mostly joking. "I warm your chair with my butt all day, and you always know when I need a bath."

Sam laughs. And steps out of the trousers pooled at his ankles, while Gabriel ogles him like he hasn't been getting to do it for years, at this point. "You know what? That might just be exactly why we work."

"I know, right?" Gabriel steps closer to the bathtub, but Sam asks him to pause with a gesture, as he pulls off his boxers. "What?"

"It's easier if I get in first." Sam shrugs, stepping in, and taking just a few seconds to properly sprawl out in a corner. He's wet up to his pecs, and his knees stick up, but they're the only parts which do - well, they happen to own an impressively large tub, okay? "Big spoon, and all that." He adds, winking.

"See how correct I was about roles?" Gabriel steps in too, and tests his balance a couple of times, before settling in against Sam.

Sam tucks an arm around Gabriel's middle, and the latter visibly relaxes in his arms. It makes him pleased to feel it - limbs loosening, closed eyes - and the forced-or-unforced snark finally dissipating to a comfortable quiet, as they both secretly like best.

"I love this." Gabriel sighs, voice soft and mellow.

"I love you." Sam responds, merely to be cheesy, and merely to earn himself that short, excited breath of a chuckle from the love of his life.

[xx-blueboy-xx]

Day Two: Pumpkin Patch | Suptober 2023

CW: None!

Words: 1,233 

“Dude…this is for literal children.” an exasperated sigh escaped his lips as he stood beneath the warm, October sun. He was standing in the last place one would expect to find a hunter during this time of year. Sam was standing in the middle of a pumpkin patch, while an archangel was kneeling down beside one knocking against the side. As if listening to it to see if it would be good for carving. He found it ridiculous, but couldn’t help the smile tugging on his lips. 

Gabriel rolled his eyes, though they were mostly hidden behind the dark sunglasses he was sporting. “I already offered to turn you into a child if that would make you feel more comfortable, but you said no.” 

“It’s just -” Sam shakes his head and waves a hand around, gesturing to all the young children around them being led through the path by doting parents. A few older kids were walking around on their own in small groups. Others were daring the corn maze, and he could see a ‘haunted’ hayride in the distance.

 “You know how I feel about Halloween. And,” he crosses his arms over his chest, his brows furrowed. “You tricked me. You said this was the case.” 

Gabriel grins at him, seeming to have chosen a pumpkin, and the hunter was grateful. They had spent the last thirty minutes here, the blonde absolutely determined to pick the best one. “It is a case! The hayride is haunted, duh!” 

The Winchester settled the shorter man with a classic bitch face of his and the archangel sighs deeply. He knew that this was going to be tough. That the man has all kinds of trauma tied to holidays. Why go around celebrating monsters and the supernatural, when he knew what real werewolves looked like. And they don;t have cute fluffy tails or ears. Everyday he came face to face with the things that children wore around as masks, giggling and not caring about the world. Besides, they could never afford costumes, and John never took them trick-or treating. You can’t do that when you hop from motel to motel. It hadn’t taken long for Sam’s obsession with Halloween to have been completely demolished. Much like so many other wonders of childhood. 

Gabriel sighs, his shoulders slumping. As much as he likes pushing buttons he knows when to stop, but he would try just one more thing. One last little nudge. God knows, Sam wouldn’t budge anywhere without it. “Just pick one and come carve it with me? Please?” 

Sam felt like he was rooted to the soil beneath him. Gabriel rarely ever asked for anything and a little bit of guilt ran through him, as he remembered how excited he had been to drag him here. He bit on the inside of his cheek, he could suck it up for one day. Hell, not even that, only a few hours. It wasn;t even halloween, they still have it three days before then. He runs a hand through his hair and silently wanders down the line of pumpkins. He approaches the nearest one, and he picks it up. It is decently sized and there is a strange large knot on the side - which was a little charming he had to admit. He plucked it from the stem with ease. 

He stood with it tucked beneath his arm, and found that Gabriel was grinning with triumph at him. He rolled his eyes. 

“Don’t get used to me saying yes to shit whenever you say please.” Sam comments, and the archangel shrugs. 

“Once is still more than enough bragging rights! I got the stubborn Sam WInchester to bend to my whims,” he flashes the hunter a sultry wink. “And maybe over a table for me.” 

Sam elbows the cackling archangels as his cheeks flood with a maroon blush. “Shut up!”

Gabriel’s snickers slowly die down to something more reasonable, and the pair walk in comfortable silence towards long tables. Chairs have been provided as well, along with any tools one may need to carve a pumpkin. Including a variety of stencils.  There are plenty of happy families there and a few sickly sweet couples. Sam feels a little out of place in the festivities as he places his pumpkin down on the table at a pretty empty table at the back. It seems his sudden discomfort didn’t go unnoticed, as he feels a hand gently touch his arm. It’s fleeting but ground him instantly. Sam gives a grateful smile to Gabriel. The archangel knows how nervous crowds can make him. 

He expects the man to snap his fingers and some elaborate carving to appear on the pumpkin he has set before himself, and to his shock he watches him pick up a knife. He pushes it through the top with little effort and begins to cut. Sam turns away and he begins to work on his own. He is a little confused as to what he is meant to do, so he merely mimicked Gabriel - he had never done this before, only heard other kids talk about it.  He pulled off the top watching the stringy-need of it break away from the inside, seeds falling. 

Curiously he reached out and touched the guts of the pumpkin. Instantly he pulled his hand back , a full body shudder bolting through him. Sam’s nose crinkled up and he felt like gagging, but held back the violent response. He put the top of the pumpkin down and aggressively shook both of his hands, everything simply screaming - ew. He frowned, realizing that he wasn’t going to be able to do this as he saw a few kids at the table in front of him dig their hands right in. He chews on the inside of his cheek. Another thing ruined because he couldn’t just be normal. 

Those thoughts got cut off, as he discovered gloves sitting beside his pumpkin now. His eyes darted to Gabriel. Who was already elbow deep in his pumpkin. Utterly covered in the guts he was already pulling out. Sam almost felt nauseous just thinking about it. Gabriel was humming a song underneath his breath, and didn’t say a word. Didn’t even acknowledge the hunter as he looked at him. But Sam knew he made these, as he slid them on. He puts his hand back in and pulls some out, this time, without an adverse response. He felt a smile flicker across his face as he flicked it off his hand. Okay. This was kinda fun. 

They both work in pretty much silence, broken by the low humming from the archangel. As Sam begins to take fine scraping tools to the inside of his pumpkin, he glances back at Gabriel and feels his breath catch in his throat. The setting sun where it hangs low in the sky is bouncing waves of light off of Gabriel’s hair, making a false glowing halo around his head. As it catches in his gaze they are as blazing golden color, and the joy sp[read through his features - soft and genuine. That is the most breathtaking thing of all. 

He opens his mouth to say something stupid, before his mind can catch up when a pumpkin seed is flicked into the side of his head. 

“Quit thinking so much and carve, Winchester.” 

Sam decides he quite likes carving pumpkins.

[spn-fanfic-reblog-writes]

I love this Sabriel ficlet

imagine gabriel stealing sam’s old shirts and blankets from round the bunker, and essentially turning his bed into a huge nest, and nesting like the oversized bird he is

even softer is when sam notices the nesting and gives gabriel his old shirts with a soft smile

hes just chillin 

[professionalfangirlingblogger]

Something Fantastic

Summary: Gabe is crushing hard on Sam who just so happens to be sitting on the quad, distracting Gabriel enough to trip and literally fall for Sam.

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Gabriel has decided that he has a thing for tall men with long hair that they put up into buns to showcase their adorable puppy dog face and may or may not have the last name of Winchester, first name Sam. Not specific at all.

And oh, what a coincidence that a man of those specifications is sitting on the quad, basked in sunshine right now looking downright heavenly. Especially with his tongue between his teeth in concentration as he scribbled away at the old journal that he always kept with him.

And, of course, Gabriel had just tripped in front of this heavenly being and face planted into the grass with a very unmanly yelp.

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[sirius-you-know]

hate it when academics doesn't allow me to read fanfiction, graduation is a choice but reading pining fanfiction is a lifestyle.

[ldrmas]

I had to make a little Sabriel ficlet idea to go with this extremely cute Gabriel print!

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Gabriel tossing Ressess at Sam's window and it takes a few good hours for Sam to come the window. But he has finally at last threw open the window.

Gabe: Hey Sammoose, I came here to rock your world and drink Smoothies ... and look at that I'm all out of smoothies! 

Sam: 'trying not to laugh and points at Gabe’s hand' Oh yeah, then what's that?

 Gabe 'sadly looks at his hand and pouts then tosses the shake over his shoulder' What's what!? 'Smiles cutely' 

Sam can't help laughing now.

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:D 

One last trickster doodle before bed