#sabrieladvent2019

[holydean]

happy day one of the sabriel advent calendar (': several folks featured blankets in today's prompt, which was 'Warm', and i hopped on the bandwagon.

[archangelgabriellives]

Sabriel Advent Day 15: Flurries

(Another continuation from the last few chapters)

Gabriel’s footprints stuck out, dark imprints in the stark white snow and Sam was able to follow them easily. He kept his eyes to the ground as he tried to collect his thoughts, but he lost whatever lines he wanted to say to Gabriel every time the trail of footprints angrily twirled off the path. Kicked snow piles and the leaves beneath them scattered haphazardly sent waves of sadness and heartache pinging through his chest. 

The path he followed wound around to the back of the bunker, slipping deeper into the thick trees, off the well worn running trails where Gabriel could be alone. Sam stuffed his hands deeper into his pockets and trudged on, eyes and ears open for any sign of Gabriel.

A sharp snap halted Sam in his tracks, angry muttering floating through the crisp night air. With a sigh, Sam continued to follow Gabriel’s path, pushing branches and bushes to the side as the trees became denser.

Sam emerged in a small clearing, the small, huddled form of Gabriel sitting in the snow coming into view.

“Come on,” Sam heard, the words grit out through clenched teeth and Gabriel’s foggy breath rising around him. 

Another snap sounded around them, then another and another, snaps coming faster and faster until Gabriel screamed in frustration, grabbing a handful of snow and hurling it away before he dropped his head into his hands. He noticed the trembling body, the quiet sniffles, and in a few giant steps Sam was at his lovers back, reaching out to place a hand on Gabriel’s shoulder in comfort.

“Gabe…” 

Gabriel whipped around fast, hands up in defense and a terrified look in his eyes, a frightened yelp escaping before he could stop himself. 

“Jesus,” Sam gasped as he reeled back, surprised. 

“Oh. Sam!” Gabriel groaned as he caught his breath, hiding his face in his hands. “Maybe put a bell on you, or something.” 

“Sorry. I really didn't mean to scare you,” Sam apologized as he folded his long legs to sit next to Gabriel on the cold ground. “You doing alright?” Sam asked after a breath of silence.

Gabriel laughed bitterly. “Yeah, I’m just peachy.” He crossed his arms over his chest, huffing in anger as he looked away. “I won't go back there, Sam.”

“No one said you have to,” Sam answered. 

“I meant what I said back there. I’d rather die than be in Heaven's debt.”

Sam sighed, and reached out to place a comforting hand on Gabriel’s arm. “Then we wait it out. I’m sure your grace will come back soon.” 

Gabriel turned to look at Sam, his brows bunched in anger. “And what do we do till then?”

“Well,” Sam hesitated at the withering look pointed at him, “would it really be so bad to live as a human? With me?” 

“I'm not a human, Sam!" Gabriel wretched his arm from Sam’s grip and stood, turning and stomping away. “I can't live like this for much longer!”

Sam was up and following in an instant, grabbing Gabriel and spinning him roughly by the arm. "What the fuck are you saying, Gabriel?" Fury colored his voice, deep and fiery as his long fingers bit into Gabriel's arms. Sam pushed, and Gabriel's back hit a tree, hard.  "You wanna leave? Do you actually want to die?!"

Gabriel's gaze softened, the fight seemingly drained out of him with one deep exhale. "Would it be so bad?"

"Gabriel!" Sam's hands only gripped tighter, anger washing away to heartache at the utter defeat in his lover's eyes.

"No, Sam. Look at me." Gabriel raised a hand, laying his tender touch on Sam's forearm. "My grace may be gone but everything else is still there. Everything. My body hurts so much from the strain of my true form inside me. It's like it's ripping me apart." 

Tears were gathering in Gabriel's eyes, finally letting go of the feelings he had been hiding. "I've seen so many things, billions and billions of years of memories and information I've collected and my mind doesn't stop. Everything hurts, Sam."

Around them, a light snow began to fall from the sky. The flakes caught on Gabriel's lashes, sending the gathering tears down frozen cheeks as he pulled Sam into a tight hug. "But please. Please don't make me go back to heaven. After what happened to me all those lifetimes ago. After what they did to Cassie." Gabriel pulled back, his hands finding their way to cradle Sam's face. "To you. Please." 

Sam gently swiped away Gabriel's tears with his thumb, lowering his head to touch his forehead to Gabriel's. "It’s ok, Gabriel. We’ll find a way. Anything else. I promise. But I don't want you to die. If I make this promise then so do you. Please don't leave. You stayed with me, back then, in the woods. So I'll stay with you now, share your pain. Anything I can do to make this better."

"Sam…" Gabriel's voice broke.

"No choice here, Gabriel." And then Sam was kissing him, slow and delicate. Gabriel let himself fall into it, snowflakes melting into their hair. "I love you."

"Love you too, you idiot," Gabriel sniffled, the corners of his mouth curling up into a smile.

"Well, this idiot is freezing," Sam chuckled, caressing a thumb across Gabriel's cheeks. "Let's get back inside and hit the books. We need to find some spells to help you feel better while we figure this out."

"Oh, Sam," Gabriel said as a smirk spread over his face. "It seems that I'm just too tired to walk," he spoke dramatically, fake fainting back into the tree, an arm draped across his face. "Carry me, my love."

Sam smiled, a fresh wave of love rushing through him as he watched a little bit of the old Gabriel coming out again.

"Anything for you."

~~ Doing this thing (even tho its done)

@holydean @6-wings

[sunnymeddows]

What's that? Thirsty boys for "25 Days of Sabriel" advent challenge? Day 2: "Hot Chocolate!!"

[mr-mcghosty]

day 1 of the sabriel advent

warm

[masterpieceofturkeycleverness]

Day 1: Warm

I’m doing a thing that I probably shouldn’t do.  I know, I know, quelle surprise XD.  

Warning: Explicit

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21674167/chapters/51689281

For this: https://holydean.tumblr.com/post/189398873445/hi-friends-im-thrilled-to-announce-that-im

@holydean @6-wings

[holydean]

broke: this drawing

woke: giving sam one of those hats with the poofy pom poms on top

day 4 - snow

[holydean]

gabriel be like boi i'll show u a candy cane ;)))))

[holydean]

not too much effort into this one because shockingly enough i am sick again! for the fifth time in four months!!! 🤙 gabriel is like me and gets super overdramatic when he's sick, and who can blame him when you're freezing one minute and overheating the next. today's advent is icy!

[holydean]

get with the program, gabriel

day 3 of sabriel advent - cold

[holydean]

sabriel advent day #2, hot chocolate! did a sketch redo of a piece i did a year ago. this isn't much better but it felt appropriate considering the prompt!

[archangelgabriellives]

Sabriel Advent Day 14: Angels

(A continuation from the last two days. Gabriel is still graceless and Sam is still his loving boyfriend)

“This sucks.” 

Sam smiled at Gabriel’s muffled voice as he raised his eyes from his book. He expected Gabriel to keep going, to whine a bit and then roll over and try to convince Sam to have a little fun with him, but Gabriel was unmoving, face pressed deep into his pillow. The life, the joy, that Gabriel always bubbled over with seemed to be slowly leaving the archangel, and the longer that he went without having his grace restored, the more Gabriel deflated.

His smile morphed into a sad frown, and Sam placed his book on his bedside table. “I know it seems bad, Gabriel,” Sam said, reaching over and placing a comforting hand on Gabriel’s arm, “but I know we can figure it out soon. Cas has been helping when he can. I'm sure he'll think of something."

Gabriel whipped his head up from the pillow, and Sam startled at the look of pure fury he saw in his lover’s eyes.

“Oh, will he?” Gabriel spat, anger taking over as he climbed off the bed. “We’ve already tried that. Many, many times, in fact. And in case you haven't noticed, Sam, I’m still a useless mess.”

“Gabriel…” 

“No, Sam,” Gabriel cut him off, a hand running through his hair in frustration, “I know what I am right now. So don't try to butter me up with your sweet nothings.” He stormed towards the bedroom door. “I won't let Cas waste one more ounce of his grace on me.”

Gabriel ripped the door open, almost running into Castiel on the other side, his fist raised to knock on Sam’s door.

“Gabriel,” the angel spoke, already recovered from his jolt of surprise, “I think I have found a way for you to recover your grace.”

His eyebrows set in a deep frown, and with a resentful and bitter, “No,” Gabriel pushed past his brother, headed for anywhere else in the bunker. He could hear Sam calling his name, but Gabriel ignored him. He turned into the kitchen, gasping as he nearly ran into Castiel. 

“Leave me alone,” Gabriel muttered, heading for the fridge. He opened it, ignoring his brother for idly pushing tubs of leftover food around. 

“Please. Brother,” Cas pleaded. “Hear me out.”

“No.” Gabriel slammed the fridge. “Don't give me any more of yourself.”

“Of course I won't.”

“G-Good,” Gabriel stuttered, a little taken aback at Castiel’s answer. He thought for sure his brother would fight a little harder to keep trying to heal him. “I don't want it.”

Castiel continued on. “I have been talking with the angels in Heaven, and we feel that a trip home would set your grace right.”

“You wanna send me to Naomi to heal my grace?!” Gabriel snarled. “You do know she’s the one that has a tendency to take our memories and, oh, you know, brainwashed you?!”

“Yes, I am aware of the somewhat shameful acts that Heaven has done.” At least Castiel had the good sense to look sheepish about his suggestion. 

“Shameful isn't the word I’d use, brother.” 

“But I’m not referring to Naomi.”

Gabriel continued to glare at Castiel, even as Sam came barreling into the kitchen. 

“Gabriel,” he breathed, cautiously breaking the weighted silence between the angels, “can Cas help you?”

The veins in Gabriel’s neck pulsed as he clenched his jaw. “I don't want their help.”

Castiel sighed. “All I want is to help you. All Heaven wants is for you to be whole again” 

Sam watched the dread and rage wash over his lover. He slipped a hand over Gabriel’s shoulder, the muscles quivering in anger. “Gabe,” he whispered, “I could go with you.”

“What!?” Gabriel turned in shock. “Absolutely not, Sam.”

Sam’s features softened, the hunter pulling out his most devastating puppy eyes, the ones he knew Gabriel couldn't resist. 

Gabriel swallowed, his resolve crumbling ever so slightly before he pulled himself back together.

“No. No way am I letting you anywhere near those feathered dicks. One whiff of your soul and they’ll be chomping at the bit to get you in their clutches.”

“But… if it’ll help…?”

A fresh wave of ire rolled through him, and Gabriel was shouting again. “What good does it do for me if it hurts you in the process?! No! I’m not going. Cas isn't going.” He pointed a finger in Sam’s chest. “You're not going! I’d rather stay this way for the rest of my miserable life and die than go back to those assholes!”

Gabriel fled from the kitchen, angry footsteps echoing through the bunker until Sam and Castiel heard the heavy slam of the bunker’s front entrance. 

There was a silence between them, broken after a few moments by Sam’s heavy sigh. He turned sad eyes to Castiel. “Miserable?”

“He’s just angry,” Castiel comforted his friend. “He has always been very passionate. Would you like me to go after him?”

“No, Cas. Let’s give him a minute and then I’ll go talk to him.” 

With a knowing nod and a soft smile, Castiel left, his small pile of books about angel grace waiting for him in the library. Sam was a few steps behind him. He took his time getting his boots and jacket on, then slowly made his way up the staircase to the main entrance. 

He stepped through the heavy door into the cold Kansas winter, and followed the well worn paths looking for his pissed off boyfriend.

~~

Doing this thing (even tho its over)

@holydean @6-wings

(this’ll keep going for the next chapter)

[holydean]

sam says let's spend christmas in Hawaii but gabriel hears candy cane speedo

[archangelgabriellives]

Sabriel Advent Day 12: Frozen

This was a shitty ending to an even shittier hunt.

"Saaam!" Gabriel yelled, the winter storm wind carrying his voice. "Sam, where are you!?"

Fucking witches. They always cause trouble. 

“This isn't funny, Sam!” The archangel pulled his coat tighter around himself, bracing against the fast falling snow and another gust of frozen wind.

All of their intel said this was a new witch, someone so inexperienced and green that even sweet, innocent Jack figured it out after looking at only three news articles. But it didn't take long for Sam and Gabriel’s easy hunt to dwindle into a full on disaster.

Long story short, the bitch left Gabriel missing more than half his grace and vanished Sam with a flick of her wrist when he tried to shoot her. Gabriel did manage to finish the job, but not before he made that witch tell him where she sent Sam. 

The middle of the dad damned snow covered forest surrounding her remote cabin.

Fuck.

And with Gabriel’s grace dwindling, he couldn't fly or locate Sam by his soul.

Double fuck.

So he trudged through each snow bank, the unfamiliar feeling of his toes going too cold and his skin burning with each gust of the winter storm. But he would not leave this forest without Sam. Never. 

But shit did Gabriel need to catch his breath. He propped himself against a trunk of a tree, his head falling back with a thunk. Each heavy gasp rose in the wind, tears prickling in his eyes. How can humans do this? Without even half of his grace, this vessel wouldn't stop shaking. He was sluggish. He was so cold.

He had to find Sam. 

With a hard swallow and a mental pep talk, Gabriel hoisted himself up and forced his feet to move. Just one foot in front of the other. Keep going. Save Sam.

He really wished that witch could have been a little more specific before he put an end to the evil bitch. 

Through the wind, a sound stopped Gabriel dead in his tracks. A deep groan bouncing through the trees that, if he had lost all of his grace, he would have definitely missed. Suddenly the cold didn't matter anymore as Gabriel’s ears perked up, straining to hear where the sound was coming from.

Gabriel sent out a weak sliver of grace, hoping and praying that he could feel out something, anything that would lead him to his lover. The forest went silent for a moment, as if the presence of something so heavenly brought the forest to it’s knees, the wind and weather and animals making way for the immeasurable aura of power invading their space.

The sound echoed again, and Gabriel let out a shaky breath, relief flooding him. 

“Fuck,” Gabriel breathed. “Thank Father.” 

He followed the sound, ignoring the low branches scratching his skin as he ran. Finally, hunched over at the base of a thin birch tree, was his Sam, the blowing snow half covering him with snow.

“Sam!” Gabriel rushed over, falling to his knees and sweeping the snow from his human’s hair and clothes. “Hey. Hey, ya gotta look at me, kid.” 

Sam managed another pained groan, but his eyes couldn't focus, and the blue tint to his lips was sending Gabriel’s panic higher and higher. 

“Shit, Sam,” Gabriel flinched, “your hands are ice. Can you hear me?” Thankfully, Sam seemed to understand, nodding brokenly as he tried to flex his frozen fingers around Gabriel’s. 

“Good. That’s good, Samsquatch,” Gabriel worried as he rubbed Sam’s hand, hoping to warm them up. “I know you're cold, kiddo, and I know you're hurtin’, but we need to get you up and moving. I still can't fly, so we’re gonna have to hoof it for a while.”

“C-C-Can’t,” Sam struggled through his chattering teeth, trying to curl in tighter as he started trembling a little more violently. “You l-leave m-me.”

Gabriel let out a derisive chuckle. “I think you got frostbite in the brain, ‘cause I am absolutely not going anywhere without you.” He let out another small wave of grace, doing what he could to heal and warm up Sam. His tank’s were running low now, but Gabriel would give every last wisp of his grace to get Sam feeling better. “Now,” Gabriel breathed, hardening his voice as the cold attacked him with a little more vigor, “you need to pull those long moose legs up and stand the fuck up. I will not leave you here, Sam.” He placed a hand on Sam’s cold cheek, waiting until Sam’s eyes met his own. “If you stay, I stay.”

Sam seemed to deflate, the snowflakes on his lashes weaving together with the tears that had formed. “‘M tired.”

Gabriel felt his throat tighten. “Come on, baby,” he fretted, “I know you are. But...we can't stay here. Think of your brother. You know he’ll tear the world apart if anything happens to you, and not even Cas would be able to stop him.”

Shaky arms came up and surrounded him, pulling Gabriel into his chest. All Gabriel could do was hug back, trembling like a leaf in Sam’s sluggish grip.

“Please,” Gabriel whispered, his own tears starting to gather. “Please, Sam. We have to go. Please.”

When he got no answer, Gabriel pulled back a bit, his heart clenching in his chest when he saw that Sam was unconscious. With his grace and fingers, Gabriel reached for Sam’s neck, desperation spiking with anxiety as he felt for a pulse. He let out a quiet sob of relief when he felt the too slow thump-thump of a heartbeat. 

“Sam…” He shook Sam’s shoulders, but Sam didn't stir. “H-Hey, Sammy…” 

Nothing. 

Gabriel tried once more with whatever grace he had left. He tried to heal Sam, to fly them out of this fucking forest, to keep Sam’s heart pumping. There wasn't much left, and feeling the last dregs of his angelic self falter and spark out without helping Sam, Gabriel felt himself give up. 

“I’m so sorry, Sam,” Gabriel cried softly. With one last soft kiss, Gabriel pulled Sam’s limp arms around himself and settled under his chin. He sent out a small prayer to Castiel, not even sure he had the power to reach him, and with tears freezing paths on his cheeks, Gabriel let himself sleep.

~~

Doing this thing (even tho its done)

@holydean @6-wings

[holydean]

hi friends! i'm thrilled to announce that i'm doing my very first collab with @6-wings in the form of a Sabriel Advent Calendar! we wanted to create a daily challenge for the month of december, and being suckers for sabriel like we are, we landed on this! big shout out to julip for the wonderful prompt list!

the idea is to use this list to inspire ideas to create sabriel related works! while we made this for ourselves, we wanted to post publicly in case anybody else wanted to join. you can make any form of creation, fic, artwork, moodboard, etc! if you decide to participate, post your wonderful pieces and tag it as #sabrieladvent2019 and we'll reblog it!

happy holidays, sabriel shippers!

[sunnymeddows]

Sabriel Advent Challenge days 7, 8, and 9: Bright, Dark, and Cloudy!

After having not cleaned them in a while, Sam noticed the windows would cloud with frost quickly. He didn't really mind, though. He liked how pretty they looked around the wood, the symmetrical crystallization on the glass beautiful on a cold winter's day. Sometimes, Gabe would scrape a bit off in the shape of a heart. It always made Sam smile and Gabe really did love that smile.

[archangelgabriellives]

Sabriel Advent Day 8: Dark

(Continued from Day 7)

The quiet of the Bunker’s library was broken with a rushed flourish of wings and a loud thud as Gabriel and Sam landed together in a crumpled pile, the hunter’s blood still flowing from the wound in his chest. 

“Sam! Wake up, Sam!” Gabriel was shouting at the man slumped in his arms. “You’re not dying on me today, you bastard!” 

He pressed a palm to Sam’s chest, the light of his grace bleeding out from Gabriel’s skin, flowing in and around Sam. A thundering of footsteps echoed closer as Dean ran in, momentarily stunned by the sight of all that blood covering his brother. A pained grunt was ripped from Sam’s throat, and Dean’s hunter instincts kicked into gear. 

“What the hell happened?” Dean snarled, his hands pushing Sam’s sweat slick hair back from his eyes. “SAMMY!”

“Can you just shut the fuck up for a second, Dean,” Gabriel groaned. “My tank’s a little low at the moment, and I need to concentrate.”

Dean’s hands cradled Sam’s head as he watched with fear as Gabriel’s grace swirled between them. Blood slowly vanished, skin stitched itself back together and soon the only evidence that Sam had been hurt was a small tear in his flannel shirt.

In an instant, Gabriel’s grace was gone from the room and the archangel was hunched over, heaving breaths and a few beads of sweat forming and trickling down his forehead. Concerned, Dean reached over and gripped Gabriel’s shoulder tightly, silently asking if he was alright. Gabriel offered a weak wave of his hand and a nod of his head in return. Knowing Gabriel was as ok as he could be at the moment, Dean let his concern fall back to his brother.

But something was wrong. 

Sam was still unconscious on the floor, his giant frame still sprawled out, limp and motionless.

“Sam,” Dean called, shaking his brother’s shoulder. “Sam, wake up.”  

Sam remained still.

Gabriel and Dean shared a worried glance.

“What’s happening?” Dean asked, worry creeping into his voice. “Did you fix him or what?”

Gabriel scoffed to cover his own growing concern and pressed two fingers to Sam's forehead. "He's in shock. Turns out getting stabbed will do that to a guy."

"Shit," Dean quietly cursed.

"I'll take him to his room," Gabriel continued, scooping up Sam easily despite his lowered grace. "Grab some warm water, towels, and extra pillows and blankets."

They separated, Dean scrambling for supplies while Gabriel carefully carried Sam down the hall to place him gently on his bed. For a moment, Gabriel felt lost. A bit of dread was steadily growing in the archangel’s gut every second that Sam didn't wake up. This was something that Gabriel couldn't heal, though, and the very thought had Gabriel sinking lower and lower in his own mind. 

“You have to wake the fuck up, Sam,” Gabriel whispered, his words trembling as much as his body. He felt his legs wobble, strength wavering the longer he looked at Sam’s unmoving form. Tears clouded his vision, a tightness rising in his throat as Gabriel’s will finally broke. He collapsed, barely thinking to grab the nearby desk chair before his body hit the ground.

Gabriel felt the warm wetness on his cheeks, felt the deep ache in his chest as he fought to keep himself from screaming.  With a weak snap of his fingers, the lights in Sam’s room went off, the darkness slightly eased by the light from the hallway trickling in from the door. He needed to collect himself. Sam was going to wake up soon. Yes, he would. He had to wake up. 

Gabriel took Sam’s hand in his own, absentmindedly pressing what little grace he had into the hunter’s skin. 

“Wake up, just wake up.” 

“...G-Gabe.”

Gabriel’s head shot up, eyes wide in disbelief that Sam had spoken. His grip on Sam’s hand only tightened as he leaned closer, not daring to speak above a whisper. “Sam? Are you ok?”

Sam’s eyes fluttered open, and even in the darkness Gabriel could see the colors swimming together there. “What happened?” he asked weakly. 

“I barely had the grace to get you home, much less heal you. But...but you still wouldn't wake up.” Gabriel wiped away the tears on his face, sniffled as he tried to compose himself. “I was sc-scared.”

Sam huffed a quiet laugh. “Like you could ever be rid of me that easy.”

“Please,” Gabriel chided weakly, “like I’d ever stop trying to save you.”

A warm smile flitted across Sams’s face, love and affection shining in them. With a gentle tug, Sam pulled Gabriel off his chair and onto his bed. Gabriel certainly didn't fight it, and crawled up the bed to nestle himself tightly in Sam’s strong embrace. 

That’s how Dean found them a few moments later as he burst into the room, the two of them taking their comfort in each other’s arms

~~

Doing this thing (Even tho its done)

@holydean @6-wings