#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.

[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

[archangelgabriellives]

Sabriel Advent Day 13: Fireplace

(A/N-This is a continuation for Day 12. Also there is no specific time frame for this fic, I needed Cas to have his angel powers and his wings.)

“Ha! That’s a full house, baby!” Dean threw his cards down on the library table, beaming with glee as he reached for the pile of poker chips between the two of them. Castiel sat stoic, still holding his hand as he watched Dean grab at his winnings. “Figured you’d be better at this game, Cas”

“Hold on, Dean,” Cas said in his typical angel tone. His strong hand stayed Dean’s, halting the hunters delight in its track. “I believe that I have the better hand.”

Slowly, Cas revealed his cards. Normally hardened features melted into a smug smile, and Dean threw his head back with a loud groan.

“A royal flush?! Come on, Cas, how is that even possible?” 

Castiel only winked, his smirk growing a little more as he neatly collected his winnings.

“Well that’s what I get for playing a frickin’ angel, I guess.” Dean lifted his beer and took a long sip as he watched. “You can't keep yourself from cheating. Thought I had ya there.” 

They laughed quietly together as Cas sorted his chips. Dean leaned forward on the table, beer bottle pointed at the angel. 

“You are definitely counting cards.”

Castiel lifted his own beer, clinking it with Dean’s.

“Most definitely.”

He raised it to his lips, but before he could take a sip, Castiel froze. 

Cassie, please. I need help.

“Cas, what’s up?” Dean asked after he swallowed his beer.

A sharp ringing echoed in the library, and Castiel’s eyes glowed with grace. 

Hurry, Cas. Find me.

“Hey,” Dean whistled, waving his hand in front of the angel’s face, “where’d you go?”

Castiel’s voice was sharp. “Gabriel needs help.”

“Help? With what? That newbie witch hunt? That’s why Sam’s there.” Unease crept its way up Dean’s spine. His brother should have no problem keeping the shortstack safe, so why is Gabriel calling Cas? What happened to Sam?

“We need to go.” The urgency in Castiel’s voice garnered no argument, and without thinking, Dean was up and tucking his gun into the back of his pants. He rounded the table, ready to pull Cas towards the Impala and book it towards Minnesota at light speed. 

“I’ll drive.”

“There’s no time.”

Without another word, two fingers were on Dean’s forehead. His world spun, and in an instant Dean was standing ankle deep in freshly fallen snow. Darkness enveloped the forest he found himself in, the wind softly carrying the sounds of far off coyotes around them. A gust of frozen breeze cut through Dean’s skin, only his henley protecting him from the elements. 

“Hell, Cas, you could’ve whammied up a jacket for me.”

Castiel ignored Dean’s complaining, and unfazed by the harsh weather walked off through the trees. Dean sighed as he hugged himself against the cold, and stumbled after the angel. It didn't take more than a few moments for Cas to stop, finally finding what he was looking for.

“‘Ey, man. What are we doin’ out-”

Dean stopped, his eyes falling to the snow covered lump sitting at the base of the tree. Two men were huddled together, faces buried in each other as their arms clutched each other close. He spied familiar fabric, and a chill ran through his blood.

“Sammy!” 

He was there in a second, prying the two men apart, although they didn't let each other go readily, quickly pressing fingers at his brother's throat. 

“T-There’s a pulse,” Dean stuttered, “just barely.” 

“Dean.”

Dean’s head spun, wild eyes falling to Cas, the angel statuesque in the falling snow. A strong hand gripped his shoulder, and in the blink of an eye, all four men were back at the bunker. Dean immediately set to work pushing handfuls of melting snow off Gabriel and his brother. He tried to separate them, but all trying to pry Gabriel’s arms off his brother earned him was a pained groan and the archangel weakly pawing at Sam even harder.

"Let go," Dean whispered, a tightness growing in his throat and his eyes starting to burn.

"Dean." 

Cas's voice was softer now, the hand on Dean's shoulder gentle and comforting.

"Let me."

With a snap of the angel's fingers, both Sam and Gabriel's clothes were dry, and Dean could feel the tension in his shoulders fade with the subtle blue tint in both of the men's skin. 

Gabriel stirred first, arms tightening around Sam's neck before he blearily lifted his head, eyes immediately widening as they fell on Sam.

"Sam!" Gabriel buried his fingers deep in Sam's hair, lifting his face and shaking gently. "Sam, wake up."

"Sammy…" Dean choked out as he sat next to them, squeezing his brother's arm.

A collective breath was let out as Sam's eyes fluttered open, blinking heavily as he took in the scene around him.

"G'briel? De?" 

Gabriel let out a quiet sob of relief, then leaned in close and pressed a tender kiss to his lover's lips.

~~

Hours later, after Dean fretted over the safety and well being of his brother, sent him for a hot shower and a change of clothes, after a brotherly heart to heart over a glass of bourbon, Sam needed a moment. A moment just decompress. He finally got his brother to go to bed, not sure Dean believed him when he said he was fine. But honestly Sam didn't really care what Dean thought right now. He just wanted to be alone.

Well, maybe not alone.

As if on cue, Gabriel wandered into the room.

The light from the bunker's fireplace jumped across the room, accentuating the deep worry lines that Gabriel seemed to have picked up in the last day.

"Hey," the archangel spoke quietly, "how ya doing there, Sambo?"

Sam sighed. "Been better."

"Wanna talk about it?" Gabriel grabbed the glass decanter and two tumblers from the wet bar against the wall, bringing them over to share with Sam in front of the fire. 

Sam accepted his glass, eyes on Gabriel as his drink was poured. "Did you talk to Cas?" Sam dodged the question.

"Yeah," Gabriel murmured as he poured his own glass of bourbon, settling deeper into his chair after he set the decanter on a side table. "He tried to jump start my grace. No go on that," he griped, bitterly taking a sip of his drink. His face scrunched up at the taste. "Guess I gotta just wait it out."

Sam nodded, downing his whole glass in one gulp. He watched the flames for a moment, the sound of the crackling logs calming him. "It'll be ok, Gabe," he said, reaching between the chairs to take Gabriel's hand. 

They sat like that for a while, the feeling of Sam's thumb caressing his skin soothing Gabriel's nerves.

"Sam," Gabriel broke the silence, "when we were...out there, in that forest, I-I thought I was going to lose you. That bitch stole my grace. She took the only thing away that could help you."

Sam felt Gabriel's grip tighten.

"I had a thought out there, that I would do anything to save you. Even give up my own existence to know that you could be safe."

"Gabriel-"

The archangel took another drink, swallowing what was left in one shot.

"I love you, Sam Winchester," Gabriel hissed through the burn of alcohol. "Whether or not you feel the same way, whether or not you're in this for more than a hunting partner and a way to blow off steam…" Gabriel's breath was ragged, determination written on his face as he locked eyes with Sam. "I love you. With all the depth of my being."

The corners of Sam's lips quirked up, a breathy laugh bubbling out of him. He pulled Gabriel's hand up to his lips, placing a kiss on his knuckles. "Gabriel, I love you, too." He kissed his palm. "I have for a long time." He kissed his wrist. "Frankly, I think I've been waiting for you to get tired of me and move on," Sam said with a sad smile.

"Oh, Sam," Gabriel breathed, still watching Sam's lips on his skin, "could never get tired of you, kiddo. You're perfect."

Sam hummed, content to just pull Gabriel out of his chair and set their glasses down before he wrangled Gabriel into straddling his lap. His giant hands skimmed along the lean lines of Gabriel's body, drawing out soft gasps between their slow kisses.

"Now that we know we both caught feelings," Gabriel purred between kisses, "I can add it to the list of 'Things Sam Can Make Me Scream'."

A sly smirk broke over Sam's face, a glint of mischief sparkling in his eyes. 

"Care to give it a try?"

~~

Doing this thing (even tho its done)

@holydean @6-wings